Jazz and Poetry
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| Blog Name: | Jazz and Poetry |
| Url: | http://jazzandpoetry.wordpress.com |
| Language: | English |
| Topics: | writing, jazz, poetry |
| Description: | An offshoot from jazzandpoetry.com that contains personal musings, poetry, inspirations and other strange tidbits. |
| Popularity: | 82 Followers |
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Doing the Doo at Boo-Nanny
Wendi's Word Nest at Boo-Nanny After a couple of whirlwind months of bring Poetry Alive! to schools in various states I caught a ride with the Screaming Js caravan to the Doo-Nanny in Seale, AL. We arrived at 6am Friday and while the sleepers slept I covered J.P.’s big green van with magnetic poetry. There is something cleansing about having a few hours of silence to yourself with nothing but birdsong for inspiration as you pull random words from a bag and try to mak
Wendi's Word Nest at Boo-Nanny After a couple of whirlwind months of bring Poetry Alive! to schools in various states I caught a ride with the Screaming Js caravan to the Doo-Nanny in Seale, AL. We arrived at 6am Friday and while the sleepers slept I covered J.P.’s big green van with magnetic poetry. There is something cleansing about having a few hours of silence to yourself with nothing but birdsong for inspiration as you pull random words from a bag and try to mak
Crossing Bridges
Bridge crossing out of New England I drove 2,258 miles for Poetry Alive! last week crossing more bridges than I could count only to arrive back in North Carolina to bridge the gap between my old home and my new home. Yet I’m not one to burn bridges and still find myself torn between the community of Tryon and Asheville. For that matter I am constantly trying to bridge the gap between the culture of Western Washington where I was raised and North
Bridge crossing out of New England I drove 2,258 miles for Poetry Alive! last week crossing more bridges than I could count only to arrive back in North Carolina to bridge the gap between my old home and my new home. Yet I’m not one to burn bridges and still find myself torn between the community of Tryon and Asheville. For that matter I am constantly trying to bridge the gap between the culture of Western Washington where I was raised and North
Food for thought…
Like Aesop’s fabled raven dropping stones to raise the water media piles words under the surface raising the level of consciousness. Oh happy fools who plug ears resisting the weight of worry reserving senses for heaven’s rain more precious than stoney accusations. Has America’s thirst for news grown so insatiable and needy it will gorge on half formed thoughts rather than filter the feed for truths?
Like Aesop’s fabled raven dropping stones to raise the water media piles words under the surface raising the level of consciousness. Oh happy fools who plug ears resisting the weight of worry reserving senses for heaven’s rain more precious than stoney accusations. Has America’s thirst for news grown so insatiable and needy it will gorge on half formed thoughts rather than filter the feed for truths?
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