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TWO MOONS AGO

  I dreamed of two moons last night. Upon waking I was filled with sorrow. You were gone and I was still here. My pillow had caught fire dreaming of uncommon love. You told me your despair and I told … Continue reading

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ORIGAMI LOVE

I had a dream about an origami crane one night.. it jolted me upright and I think it had something to do with the book I had just finished reading, “The Crane Wife”. I still haven’t figured out how the … Continue reading

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PAPER MACHE

She looked into the mirror and wondered about her power to contain. Forty years of marriage and a lifetime goes up in smoke. Give human nature A bone and the lesser man will always show. She hid her brave face … Continue reading

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CURDLED LOVE

I listened to the footsteps that echoed behind. Don’t look back we haunt ourselves. Unbidden ghosts which raid our dreams. Heavy silence and shapes of memory. In between we must forget. Those vanished hands and curdled love. copyright Es-tee Miller … Continue reading

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YOU CAN’T SELL YOUR DREAMS

In ancient times the Greeks and the Romans believed in the importance of dreams to give information about past, present and future events. A dream is something you’ll remember when you first wake up. It fades over a few hours … Continue reading

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NIGHT DECOYS

In her dreams she flies. Through frozen midnight she sweeps so low tree tops curl. Your offering was small a scent of ghost. You were invisible upon her sheets. She breathed and listened. The stillness stifled. The ticking of the … Continue reading

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PAINTING MY WAY TO TUSCANY

Even when an artist does produce something seemingly original the source of that idea must have been from somewhere other than themselves. I wondered about that this week as I picked up my paintbrushes and tried to put the finishing … Continue reading

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