Welcome to Sunday Poetry. If this is your first visit you can read about the purpose and inspiration here.     What’s your part?  Just slow down a little and come along for the read–or sometimes, for the listen.  If you’d like to tell us what the day’s poem means in your life, or what word or phrase you’ve chosen…

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 I’m still traveling, but next week I’ll begin sharing some of the wonderful contest entries I’ve received for the four pie gift boxes, as well as photos of some of the prizes.  Remember, I’ll choose a winner each Friday in June and one grand prize winner in July. If you haven’t checked out the giveaway…

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Welcome to Sunday Poetry. If this is your first visit you can read about the purpose and inspiration here.     What’s your part?  Just slow down a little and come along for the read–or sometimes, for the listen.  If you’d like to tell us what the day’s poem means in your life, or what word or phrase you’ve chosen…

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I’m in rainy Ohio, shivering with my brainstorming group.  Ohio in the late spring is newly green and outside the windows of my son’s house, both a Japanese magnolia and a pink dogwood bloom.  I feel glad to be here no matter what the weather.   Last year we were together in Florida, so our venue has changed, but our group…

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Welcome to Sunday Poetry. If this is your first visit you can read about the purpose and inspiration of these Sunday posts here.     What’s your part?  Just slow down a little and come along for the read–or sometimes, for the listen.  If you’d like to tell us what the day’s poem means in your life, or what word…

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Welcome to Sunday Poetry. If this is your first visit you can read about the purpose and inspiration here.     What’s your part?  Just slow down a little and come along for the read–or sometimes, for the listen.  If you’d like to tell us what the day’s poem means in your life, or what word or phrase you’ve chosen…

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I am endlessly fascinated by feedsacks.  I don’t mean the burlap variety farmers use for hauling hen house manure, or the ones the foolhardy leap into for Fourth of July sack races.  I’m talking about cotton feed or flour sacks adorned with cheerful prints that were designed to be emptied, washed and used for quilts or clothing.  The practice…

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Welcome to Sunday Poetry.  We began this page in March, and if you didn’t join us then, don’t worry.  This is a drop-in, drop-out adventure.  You can read about the purpose and inspiration behind Sunday Poetry here.     What’s your part?  Just slow down a little and come along for the read–or sometimes, for the listen.  If…

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