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Category Archives: Krystina
The Fourth Wall
I’m allergic to all the moral corruption that has rained down upon me last few years (sneezes) and Ive become misanthropic. I used to hike in high north Jersey trails and now I drive past them. I used to ride … Continue reading
Posted in Krystina, seasons, Self Portrait, the beginning
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claustrophobia
this was our first summer Under the canvas gazebo Encased by the towering rows of impatiens, petunia’s and daisy where 8 foot tall sunflowers leaned into the bursting tomatoes conversations deep in three Layers of balanced stones where we met … Continue reading
Hard to describe in words
You may find yourself… One day I woke up here and the sun was spilling into our bed in what seemed to be huge buckets of yellow and orange paint. We had breakfast together and then went outside into the … Continue reading
Posted in Gratitude, Krystina, New Jersey, Tall Tales, the beginning
Tagged Addiction, NJ, Our Children, Viki Brewster Hartman, Westfield, Westfield Sewing Center
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POV #8
E X P A N D the P H O T O
Posted in Krystina, New Jersey, seasons, the beginning
Tagged Art, collage, flowers, NJ, NJ Gardern, wood ridge
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stories from Poland
this faraway land just a mysterious dream when I’m awake wet cobblestones in Kraków old village heritage so fresh and green a pile of freshly dug potatoes your mothers swaying flowers your fathers radiant Winter fires Come up and kiss … Continue reading
Bread, the Primary Colors and a Raven
I can count on one hand how many times I have found a real feather in my life. It is such a rare occasion. I always pick them up and find them so fascinating. Each time you pick up a … Continue reading
Posted in book reviews, Krystina, Mom Dad, Our Childrens children
Tagged Claudia Gatenby, feather, Glenn Hartman, Glenn Hartman Jr, Lucent, Mighty Ten, Our Children, Raven
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What Goes Without Saying
The ART of Appreciation or The Appreciation of ART I enjoy this ____ because ____ I respect this ____ because ____ I admire this ____ because ____ I appreciate this ____ because ____ I think this _____ is worthwhile because … Continue reading
Posted in friends, Gratitude, Krystina, the beginning
Tagged Art, Beds, carteret, Gits, James Vincent McSherry, John Lambert, Lisa Favor, poetry, Skeeter, Stuff
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waiting for Big Moon
When I woke up Kryha said “Those poor Japanese people” and here it was eight or so days later and we are still captivated by the news. But when it is the first thing you say when you wake up … Continue reading
Modern Love: Texting.
No new mail. The GPS told me where I was so I left. Recalculating!
Posted in Krystina, Uncategorized
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One giant leap for mankind
Thoughts on turning 50I never dreamed of a mountain top so crisp and clear and deep as I did on August 25 2010. Both my parents and two of my five sisters have passed away. Our Gill cousins are “around … Continue reading