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Continue reading →: Waiting for Me“I found all the flowers and nature’s bounty in the same glory that I left them.”
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Continue reading →: Life Sounds“Uh Oh warns the fish crow. Morning’s awake. And everyone is here making life sounds.”
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Continue reading →: Is it Better?“Now. Now I wait for it… It is neither there nor here. I have become grey with too many colors – A palette overused. a stroke of shadow in your dream.”
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Continue reading →: Here’s my Head Some October“Here is my head White faced And calloused shut. As if the world could do damage To the wind.”
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Continue reading →: The Man with a Gun“Came up from the rivers side He – that wore John Wayne’s look rising out of a nice warm bed.”
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Continue reading →: The Gift by Mary OliverAfter the wind-bruised seafurrowed itself backinto the folds of blue, I foundin the black wrack a shell called the Neptune –tawny and white,spherical,with a tail and a towerand a dark door,and all of itno larger than my fist.It looked, you might say,very expensive.I thought of its travels in the Atlantic’swind-pounded…
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Continue reading →: The Two BetweensIn Shelley Rae Bell’s poem “The Two Betweens,” the tranquility of dawn and the isolation of night are evocatively explored. The verse lures us into the calm and introspective space between day and night, where light touches darkness, and conveys the anonymous speaker’s longing for the hopeful resurgence of a…
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Continue reading →: Topper in the Studio Update!Overcoming a bit of fear, I’m sharing my journey with drawings and paintings. Mostly, I use pastels, sometimes charcoal. There’s a painting of a blue frog on my easel, named “Topper Sees the Clouds”, and there’s quite a story behind it. To be continued though, but prints are available on…
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I’m Shelley
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