WE WELCOME PROSE ON THE BLOG.   THIS PROJECT HAS ALWAYS BEEN A CHALLENGE TO DESCRIBE SUCCINCTLY, BUT MANY POETIC WRITERS AND SOULS WRITE IN PROSE AND MANY NARRATIVE POEMS ARE ALREADY PROSE-LIKE.   SO: AN INVITATION TO ALL OF YOU PROSE-WRITERS: PLEASE JOIN US.   SEND "CONTACT" ON THE GOFUNDME SITE 

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  SEPT. 29 Reminiscence            Carol Whitlow   This was your childhood home, Molly, Not just these floors and windows, But these people, neighbors, friends The landscape of characters.   We went to visit Lieu. “She doesn’t have much, time,“ I warned . Lieu told her daughter: “Bring those pictures from the bottom drawer And Tiffany brought out a bag of photos As if they had been waiting for this moment.   We carefully studied the prints. To each one we said, that’s Joanne, Is that David, look how young he was, Molly said, “I still have that red dress Angela only wore it once.”   And there’s your mom And there’s  your  mom And doesn’t Vivi look beautiful in that long dress And You went to my grandfather’s 100 th  birthday party   And so our daughters, Lieu’s and mine, watched as we travelled back in time And space, around the globe and back, Our lives, intertwined, our children, our par...
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"30 POEMS IN 30 DAYS" DAILY POETRY BLOG FOR SEPTEMBER, 2020: A FUNDRAISER FOR THE ITHACA SANCTUARY ALLIANCE  LAUNCHED BY TIKKUN V'OR (THE ITHACA REFORM TEMPLE )      https://www.gofundme.com/f/30-poems-in-30-days-for-ithaca-sanctuary-alliance (IF you have discretionary income, please feel invited to contribute at the site above; in any case, please enjoy the poems of today and every previous day of September.)
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