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May 19th, 2008
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What are magpie days?
Magpie days are days like
this
. But they're also days like
this
.
October tastes like...
changing colors, changing seasons, collecting chestnuts, collecting words, the first stews, the last ice cream cones, and nine years.
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Always on my virtual bedside table
a little pregnant
Aubergine
Chronicles of Me
Coffee-Stained Clarity
durable pigments
falling down is also a gift
Jillypoet
Julia
Left-Handed Trees
Light. Sweet. Crude.
Momster
Poet Mom
Polka Dot Witch
Raising WEG
Sharp Sand
TangledWings
Uppercase Woman
Writing as Jo(e)
{my topography}
Care and feeding of a writer
Acadamy of American Poets
Poetry Daily
Poets & Writers
Poets Who Blog
Read Write Poem
Newly discovering
Blue Poppy
Diary of Why
Dragonfly Reflections
quiet about a lot of things
The Silent K
I write about...
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Bloodlines
From my bookshelf
From my notebook
In the moment
Mama days
Matters mundane
Memory and meaning
My process
Poetry
Shiny, shiny
Switzerland
The love of place
What makes me tick
Words to swoon over
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