Watched the waves throw darkly over one another in the dusk. Boats pulling their moorings in the cove. Pines on the island faded like dark giants. My body stanchion in the wind.
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Expedition 2012
Having written here intermittenly for years, sharing photography, craft projects, parenting poetry & music, this year my goal is to be more present in this space. I hope to share daily a photograph & bit of prose or poetry. I hope you come along on the journey.
breaking out of boxes since 2006
- Voom Voom Veda
- Portland, Maine, United States
- I love to poet, craft, dance, roller skate & thrift. I attachment parent my 3 children. I love over the knee socks, polka dots, thunderstorms, water ice, boobie shakers of all shapes and sizes, Pablo Neruda, photography, flower picking, laughter and a hardy dose of running wild in the fields...
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