Gene’s Notebook
…in the past two days, three big houses with big lawns and trees and histories came up for sale in West Brownsville, as their owners age, and can not manage in big houses ….
…owners for 40 years and more, and how do they feel when they look up and southwest at a new moon, [...]

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You are cordially invited to “DOS” an art exhibition featuring the work of Carlos G Gómez and Gabriel Treviño.

“DOS” is an exhibition that represents two painters; Carlos G Gómez and Gabriel Treviño. Though very different, they each embody the spirit of free thinking and each has a linked unity which personifies the essence of contemporary [...]

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Wherein The Poet States His Argument and Prepares to Tell His Story
XXI
Lo! some we loved, the loveliest and best
That Time and Fate of all their Vintage prest,
Have drunk their Cup a Round or two before
And one by one crept silently to Rest.
XXII
And we, that now make merry in the Room
They left, and Summer dresses in [...]

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A poem by Kathy Raines
Eyelash moon,
Like a fingernail clipping
Lighting just a little
No crackling, scented fires celebrate you,
No one goes mad or turns werewolf for you,
Falls in love for you;
You’re just a faint smile, a dainty, slender thing,
But in your slight, soft glow,
Millions of stars, obscured by brighter moons,
Glisten and sparkle and spangle the sky!

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An update on The First Annual Brittany Spears Memorial Limerick Week at NunnaYerBizness Today
So far, our leading, and only, Limerician is Jack King with several on Brittany ( who is impressed and will soon be looking Mr. King up, we’re sure) and now  one on a more traditional topic. We look forward to the next. [...]

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A poem by Thomas Thornburg from Ancient Letters

The manhole circled in the sidewalk,
In front of North Hall Barracks which
Was in my day a dorm (the talking
Girls grown fatter, older, bitchy,
The leggy sophomores we boosted
To books, to bedrooms afterhoured,
Past time, past youth, past guards who glowered
Toward the boondocks where we boasted),
Is struck with [...]

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A poem by Patricia A.

I gaze at the shore
in the distance
with its promise
of soothing rest
under the shade
of palm trees
that will shield my wounds
from the searing sun,
and its promise
of cold, fresh water
that will stir and wake
my flesh, my mouth.
I gaze at the shore,
so distant—and still
it stirs my mind
and wakes my soul.

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