Journaling in the land of Winged

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Sunday, July 27, 2008

I've been real busy. My book is in print. Photo of cover...

My publisher sent me my first copy of my book. I can't describe the feeling of holding a book I, myself, wrote. I had to approve it before they printed more. I did. I recommend AuthorHouse to anyone who wants to write a book. They are self-publishers which only means we do most the work of... Sign in to see full entry.

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Saturday, July 26, 2008

There is a mystic borderland that lies...

just past the limits of our work-day world, and it is peopled with the friends we met And loved a year, a month, a week or day, And parted from our aching hearts, yet knew That through the distance we must lose the hold Of hand with hand, and only clasp the thread of Memory, But still so close we... Sign in to see full entry.

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Tuesday, July 22, 2008

Winged memoirs of herself as a child...

When Winged was a toddler, her pop’s first luxury for his family was one of the new black and white televisions that had just came on the market. He learned quickly he had to protect it from her glass bottles-turned-missiles. “If you throw your bottle at the TV one more time, Toots, I’ll take all... Sign in to see full entry.

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Favorite picks from memoirs of depression...

Below is an excerpt from my diary about my first marriage. I was 18. He was 23. To others in the various phases of their daily life, Bob and Winged seemed perfectly suited to each other even well balanced. Bob was exactitude personified. He’s tough, hard and outrageously masculine. He has a... Sign in to see full entry.

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Monday, July 21, 2008

Our family's hands...what we have in common...

Since I was a little girl, I’ve been on a kind of mental metamorphosis contemplating how each generation was supposedly built on the accomplishments of the last. I’ve decided I got my courage, my sense of self, and all my primal values from my mom. I got my imagination, my sense of humor, and my... Sign in to see full entry.

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Sunday, July 20, 2008

Love bade me welcome, yet my heart drew back...in fear,

and I questioned, Am I worthy to bed? Love took my hand, smiled and did reply, bare your bosom to the moon, upgather yourself like a sleeping flower, when Triton blows his horn, you will no longer live unknown. Sign in to see full entry.

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Saturday, July 19, 2008

The sky shrills with peril and gathers in a chasm of continuance...

yet its groaning is no worse than our own mind-forged human cries. The winds of a tornado does not live nor die and it does not go go gentle into the night, It curls around us, throwing our lives in turmoil and disarray. It is the tool of the unliving, Perhaps like the devil, it too, considers... Sign in to see full entry.

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They that have power to hurt and will do none...

That do not do the thing they most do show, Who, moving others, are themselves as stone, Unmoved, cold, and to temptation slow - - They rightly do inherit Heaven's graces And husband nature's riches from expense. They are the lords and owners of their faces, Others but stewards of their excellence,... Sign in to see full entry.

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There is a girl inside, she is randy as a wolf...

by Lucille Clifton: there is a girl inside she is randy as a wolf she will not walk away and leave these bones to an old woman she is a green tree in a forest of kindling she is a green girl in a used poet she has waited patient as a nun for the second coming when she can break through gray hairs... Sign in to see full entry.

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Thursday, July 17, 2008

How lonely it is to live...wrote David Ignatow after his wife died.

Figure of Hermines Fastening his Sandal. (Lysippus. c 300B.C.) How lonely it is to live, What am I waiting for by living, in the morning especially, as I awaken to the silence of the trees? Do I think I can write myself out of this to form an other who will keep me company? That other is nothing... Sign in to see full entry.

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My journaling is kind of a walk through my mind while searching for joy through self-expression. Though it was never my original intent, my concern quite naturally turned from the idea of me "feeling good" to the idea of you "feeling good." I personally believe being engaged in writing and art making is better than not andliving without depression, pain and anger is better than living with them. Check out my websites, www.sculptingtheheart.com. I thank you for your comments to insure my own growth as a writer and artist.

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