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It saddens me that people cannot even respond to a greeting. I told this Lady at the grocery store once that I thought her coat was pretty and she sai... We’ve all seen a single glove lost in odd places and wondered what the owner was doing to find it. (Painting by Albert Gleizes – French 1881-1953) Fantasy Spring sonnet. Illustration by Sara Russell, virtual collage using 3D tool and cam image of daffodils at home. How fortunate to have a series of reflective moments of one’s growth with one’s mate… the kind that comes naturally as the afternoon sun begins its de... Many things have changed in the last 66 years, but that''s only a blink of the eye when compared to many years since the beginning of mankind. Acrylic "Autumn Tango" by Julianza Shavin, 24X30. Please, if anyone notices a duplicate painting posted within my poetry (wish I could see it as a li... As Best Foreign Film awards go, last night’s Academy Award acknowledgment will go unnoticed by the masses. Yes, best gown, most outrageous comment, a... In today’s world, recognizing and living a life of value is a precarious precipice too many plunge over. (Image by Emir Kusturica) They are at it again, Fisheries dept. in it''s unfathomable wisdom allowed again, four hundred thousand little creatures to be slaughtered,,, you can ... We love our cars and we love to drive them and most of us drive safely because we don''t want bits of road kill splayttered over our pride and joy. Al... In memory of Mychal Judge, Franciscan Friar and Chaplain of the NYC Fire Department and Victim #1 of the World Trade Center attacks on 9/11/2001
b 5/... Thought of this while driving through a long spans of road, early morning, thick fog and the smell of the Marsh After Punk rock all but died out,and the Yuppie next wave ''Gentrafied the Lower Eastside of NYC.'' the Generation Younger than the 30 somethings go... seeking inner harmony...one pauses to reflect upon the physical and spiritual world...suspended...and with sacrifice accepts change. Temera Prodiga (Prodigal Fear) by Julianza Shavin
True event, true sentiment. The Native American culture accepts and embraces the inevitability and constancy of change. Change is a sign that life is continuing to evolve. (Ima... In the path of our happiness shall we find the learning for which we have chosen this lifetime. - Richard Bach Is the knob turning? Is it a sigh that we hear?
What is that moaning that is coming from the houses rear?
The Hawk has been a fascination to me for as long as I can remember! My Dear Family:
As I typed this poem today, that I wrote for
the Tribute to the Virginia Tech
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