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Chapter 4 - "Saturdays' Breath..."

Chapter 4 - "Saturdays' Breath..."

A Chapter by Chris


Chapter 4 - “Saturday’s Breath…” A pause at: In nutshell, legend or layman A Poem byLinda alexander http://w..
"The Diamond Night..."

"The Diamond Night..."

A Poem by Chris


a eulogy in tear minor
"Morning..."

"Morning..."

A Poem by Chris


"Morning ..."mind if I intrude a little while? I'm sitting here with my coffee letting my eyes wander cross the world. Thought I would pause here with..
"After The Rain..."

"After The Rain..."

A Poem by Chris


This is THE "After The Rain" -- After The Rain – a poem by Triin http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/estoniancloud/1332444/
"Starlight, Star Bright..."

"Starlight, Star Bright..."

A Poem by Chris


Monday thoughts
"An Empty Chair, Single Mug, And The Dust Motes..."

"An Empty Chair, Single Mug, And The Dust Motes.....

A Poem by Chris


It's a Tuesday... It's Spring... It Snowed - again... there IS nothing else to say.
"Surviving?..."

"Surviving?..."

A Poem by Chris


Monday thoughts
"Poetry ...Today?  Right..."

"Poetry ...Today? Right..."

A Poem by Chris


A Friday Thought
"Where Is My ...Window?"

"Where Is My ...Window?"

A Poem by Chris


Think about it...
"We Lived With Change..."

"We Lived With Change..."

A Poem by Chris


A Friday's thought...
"Life Isn't Fair..."

"Life Isn't Fair..."

A Poem by Chris


Another Friday thought.
"For My Friend..."

"For My Friend..."

A Poem by Chris


Just about missing
"Every Story..."

"Every Story..."

A Poem by Chris


A formal recital - 6 songs with an Intermission ...piano back-up.
"Shenandoah..."

"Shenandoah..."

A Poem by Chris


Some moments bring a song to mind… I’ld just had one that did. And damn, its name really fit as a title. “Shenandoah&hel..
"Midnight's Aren't So Sweet Anymore..."

"Midnight's Aren't So Sweet Anymore..."

A Poem by Chris


Monday morning thoughts
"A Yesterday And Mornings' Coffee..."

"A Yesterday And Mornings' Coffee..."

A Poem by Chris


Read close and slowly... follow the rhythm
"Whippoorwills...

"Whippoorwills...

A Poem by Chris


Abstractions are as we make them? ...find them? ...live them? Yes... they are.
"My Possibles' Bag..."

"My Possibles' Bag..."

A Poem by Chris


Sunday morning Farmers' Market day.
"MH17..."

"MH17..."

A Poem by Chris


"Who will place a marker in the field where the children are?"