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Author Archives: Llyn De Danaan
Dream: April 3, 2018
I’m draped in cedar Woven cedar And a hat She leads me Because I cannot go without her It is for me to honor others, For me to walk with grace And, yet, still, I search for … Continue reading
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She Hears What She Wants to Hear
Olive or Twist Oliver Twist Freeze Dried Potatoes Free Stride Potatoes Her mind is an open range chicken Off on its own Scrambling in the dirt for worms or kitchen scraps No leash, no fences Wearing little lace-up trainers Off it … Continue reading
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Humanities Washington Talk
Next scheduled talk is October 17, 2018 in Olympia
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Talk March 29 2 P.M. Mason County Historical Society Museum….
In Shelton. Humanities Washington presentation by LLyn De Danaan. Topic: What Does it Mean to be Human?
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Baja Journey–March 2018
Baja Travels March 2018 Malice Point A shard of land Aimed carefully Ready to be flung Or sprung Or catapulted Or thrust into a bay Where bones of whaling vessels Molder Or vessels meant … Continue reading
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Yes, Stephanie, There is a Santa Claus
Yes, Stephanie, There is a Santa Claus LLyn De Danaan September 2017 Years ago, maybe two decades back, my parents, Doris and Bill Patterson, were interviewed for a study Stephanie Coontz was making on parenting in the post-war era. I … Continue reading
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Chicken Sandwiches at the Root Beer Stand in Marion
Chicken Sandwiches at the Root Beer Stand in Marion For Cousin Cherri June 2017 In summer heat, and bored with euchre or parcheesi, Someone would say, usually my Nan, “Let’s go to the root beer stand for chicken sandwiches.” Chopped … Continue reading
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Genetics Lesson
Genetics Lesson LLyn De Danaan June 2017 For Family They pile on To greet Like puppies Warm and smooth, some soothing brown or honey tinged They touch or brush So hair or finger tips can meet And each one’s face … Continue reading
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My Grandma
My grandma sat beside the stove and slope-rimmed scuttle Enveloped in a wooden rocker and an Afghan shawl or throw. Her hair was black as coal. And always was. Her legs were saplings clothed in sagging, heavy Stockings. Opaque, and … Continue reading
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June 2017: Forthcoming
Lots going on in my writing world. Have been submitting stuff. A story, a poem, an essay. A poem appeared this spring in Tod Marshall’s anthology WA 129. Tod is Washington State poet laureate. I was pleased to be included. … Continue reading
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