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"The Hill" ~ Morristown, NJ I grew up in a place maybe not unlike yours Traveled roads probably a lot like most It was heaven with imitation hardwood linoleum It was three eternities in church service ( during August, with just one fan) It was sanctuary with angsty hallways It was chicken on Sunday spaghetti on Wednesdays It was a bubble in a melting pot It was trouble if you wanted it It was safety in numbers It was comradery in show tunes It was neighbors who minded your manners and your business It was frenemies who feuded yet fed your family It was fine not to like inexcusable not to love It wasn't perfect yet It always tried It never failed 2014-Rene For #WhereILivedWednesday Head over to  A nn’s blog   on the last Wednesday of every month for the  Where I Lived Wednesday  linkup !

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Poet's Sleep , 1989, by Chang Houg Ahn  my world, a stone thrown from the tip of my soul skimming mortal puddles 2014-Rene

mamma sally

puttanesca tickles my nose pulls me through  these streets, eyes closed Mamma Sally, she knows how to fill my bowl daughter of the old country pulled up her roots for the better life, the big city Mamma Sally, she knows how far the red brick goes raising up tomatoes to the sky from her window box piazza seven stories high Mamma Sally, she knows how her garden grows olive oil, garlic, basil in harmony hymns of joy the blessed holy trinity Mamma Sally, she knows how to save my soul © 2011-Rene image:  Universal Studios Lot, Instagram by sessepien  ( via Magpie Tales)

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( image via Magpie Tales ) pretty little duck though slightly mad underneath through her white sheets tells lies virgin. bona-fide. she drops that hocus pocus into wandering ears sweet modern miracles appearing twice nightly quicker than rabbits she pulls hats off of her tricks sleight of hand jive savant caught them in the glide 2014-Rene For Magpie Tales

recital

i play them  by ear those simple melodies those tonic pitches of ice chimes and lemonade those rounds of laughter that tickle  and unlock  those tippy scales that rise and spill secrets i play them all as i've known them head to toe heart and soul 2014-Rene For Magpie Tales Image via Magpie Tales #205