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Bilingual: English and Latvian.
And when I'm not working on fiction, it's non-fiction. I am a freelance journalist as well.
Managing Editor for the literary ezine, The Smoking Poet; on editorial board for the literary ezine, insolent rudder; co-editor for college alumni magazine, LuxEsto; and poetry editor for Her Circle Ezine.
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Autumns beautiful magic transforms Summer into Winter. The brilliant colors, the cool breeze, & frosty nights signal excitement of upcoming holidays. Listen to the harmonic laughter of beautiful people, the honk of migrating geese or the purr of happy cat . Sweet Blessings, Rhonda Grace
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Nov 9 2009 12:17 AM
Poem 162 of 230, WalkaboutsVerse
(please see my blog):
TEES TO TYNE: FIRST IMPRESSIONS - SUMMER 2001
Where traditions are not so rare;
Sea, country and works scent the air;
A multitude of monuments,
Planted tubs and patterned pavements.
The longish pedestrian malls;
The remnants of defensive walls;
Historic buildings are a gauge
Of the respect for heritage.
Wheat, rape and pines in the fields;
Estuaries guarded by shields;
Long sandy beaches and wide scenes;
Romantic-ruin go-betweens.
Rivers in parts licked by trees,
Or fringed by boat clubs, wharfs, gantries,
And crossed by practical delights -
Varied spans, forming pleasing sights.
Fine churches headed at Durham;
Football kits ad infinitum;
Kept castles - one for study;
Masonry behind masonry.
And, with moulding-works out that way,
It’s somewhere for a longer stay..?
(C) David Franks 2003
Nov 9 2009 12:17 AM
Malcolm
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Take care,
Ted.
Oct 11 2009 1:05 AM
Peace & Prosperity!
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Oct 5 2009 2:11 AM
Oct 5 2009 2:11 AM
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Oct 5 2009 2:10 AM
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enjoy a relaxing evening
and
have a wonderful week ~~~~
Sep 25 2009 1:42 AM
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Sep 5 2009 5:48 AM
Best,
Mark
Sep 5 2009 5:48 AM
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Sep 5 2009 5:48 AM
enjoy your evening and have a fabulous week !!!
I added new images. stop by and have a look.
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Sep 5 2009 5:47 AM
It's been too long. Giving you a soul-check and spreading some positive vibes in your space; I hope you catch the vibe right on time.
Paz y Amour,
Ju
Sep 5 2009 5:47 AM
Aug 16 2009 3:29 AM
"Every
book, every volume you see here, has a soul. The soul of the person who
wrote it and of those who read it and lived and dreamed with it. Every
time a book changes hands, every time someone runs his eyes down its
pages, its spirit grows and strengthens." -- — Carlos Ruiz Zafón (The
Shadow of the Wind)
Aug 7 2009 1:45 AM
Poem 2 of 230, WalkaboutsVerse
(please see my blog):
WALKABOUT WITH MY PEN
Once drove an old sedan, up north,
From a place in Sydney to Cairns;
Then to Kuranda I went forth,
By train, to look without set plans.
I browsed through the trendy market,
With fresh fruits of tropical kind;
Walked to the creek through lush thicket -
Nature’s hand giving peace of mind.
I dined in a scenic cafe;
Then, outside, as I wrote for yen,
Some passing Kooris called-out: “Hey,
You go walkabout with your pen.”
Request or question, I don’t know -
Assured voices, elderly men.
That’s now several years ago,
And I’ve seen the world - with my pen.
(C) David Franks 2003