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Poetry: The Bleeding-Heart by Mary Oliver

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The Bleeding-Heart
by Mary Oliver

I know a bleeding-heart plant that has thrived
for sixty years if not more, and has never
missed a spring without rising and spreading
itself into a glossy bush, with many small red
hearts dangling. Don't you think that deserves
a little thought? The woman who planted it
has been gone for a long time, and everyone
who saw it in that time has also died or moved
away and so, like so many stories, this one can't
get finished properly. Most things that are
important, have you noticed, lack a certain
neatness. More delicious, anyway, is to
remember my grandmother's pleasure when
the dissolve of winter was over and the green
knobs appeared and began to rise, and to cre-
ate their many hearts. One would say she was
a simple woman, made happy by simple
things. I think this was true. And more than
once, in my long life, I have wished to be her.

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Listen to my reading of "The Bleeding-Heart" below:




Personal Style: Summer Casual

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Head scarf — my mother's closet  Necklace & Bracelets — handmade by me (Mawusi) Floral Print Top — my mother's closet Tote bag — gift from my best mate Levis Jeans — my brother's closet Sandals —Marshalls





Poetry: Poet's Work by Lorine Niedecker

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Poet's Work
by Lorine Niedecker


Grandfather
    advised me:
            Learn a trade

I learned
    to sit at desk
           and condense

No layoff
    from this
          condensery

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Listen to my reading of "Poet's Work" below:


Meet Mayowa & Ebony of FLO+THEO

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-Tell us a bit about yourselves

Mayowa and I (Ebony) are the co-founders of FLO+THEO, an all-natural, vegan, artisan skin care brand.  We are Nigerian born sisters, who grew up in England and Ireland and now call New York City home. Mayowa has a computer engineering and email marketing background, whilst I studied to be a human rights lawyer and together, we now create simple yet effective skin care formulations.
- What is your craft/brand story

Ebony:  I always had really sensitive skin (I am literally allergic to everything), so I had been making my own skin care products for years. I also had always wanted to start my own business and all through my academic career, whilst studying to be a lawyer, I was also looking up possible business ideas, attending business courses and interning at local businesses. After I finished law school, I thought it was an epitome time to take a leap of faith and start a business on what I already knew and loved, natural skin care.

Mayowa: I have alwa…

Questions

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How about instead of telling you something today, I ask you something?  Yes?
So how are you?
Did you have a good weekend? How so? What would have made it better, or less so?
What is the most interesting thing that has happened to you this year?
What one thing have you learned about yourself this year? Is it a good discovery?
Have you changed in any way? Is it deliberate?
Are you deliberately trying to change anything about you? Why?
Do you know what makes you happy? Are you happy?
What are your priorities?
Are you focused on anything? What is it? And why is that?
Are you making time for yourself? How so and how frequently?
Who are you when you are around your friends? Someone you are proud of?
How much can you depend on your friends? How much do you depend on them?
How much can your friends depend on you? How much do they depend on you?
How much do you love yourself? How much should you love yourself?

Do you believe you deserve to be loved? Why? Who loves you?
What is your definition…

Poetry: The Gift by Li-Young Lee

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The Gift
by Li-Young Lee

To pull the metal splinter from my palm
my father recited a story in a low voice.
I watched his lovely face and not the blade.
Before the story ended, he’d removed
the iron sliver I thought I’d die from.

I can’t remember the tale,
but hear his voice still, a well
of dark water, a prayer.
And I recall his hands,
two measures of tenderness
he laid against my face,
the flames of discipline
he raised above my head.

Had you entered that afternoon
you would have thought you saw a man
planting something in a boy’s palm,
a silver tear, a tiny flame.
Had you followed that boy
you would have arrived here,
where I bend over my wife’s right hand.

Look how I shave her thumbnail down
so carefully she feels no pain.
Watch as I lift the splinter out.
I was seven when my father
took my hand like this,
and I did not hold that shard
between my fingers and think,
Metal that will bury me,
christen it Little Assassin,
Ore Going Deep for My Heart.
And I did not lift up my wound and…

Observation: The Motorcyclists

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Late afternoon under a bridge in Queens, New York City, the traffic light is red. Left, right, then left again I looked to cross the one way street. Then right again to verify what I thought I had seen. In front of the other cars, a woman sits quietly on a medium sized motorcycle. Perhaps in her late 30s, or early 40s. Under an open helmet, her face is alert and patient. There is another expression there I could not interpret. Something akin serenity. Sitting behind her is a man. His hands loosely wrapped around her waist. Whose face under an open helmet, too, wears similar expressions to hers. On his left shoulder is a cotton, or perhaps linen tote bag. I wondered what was in the bag. As I stood watching, the light changed to yellow then quickly to green and they zoomed away.


Jane

Football Fever: Let's Hear it for BRAZIL!

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If you are following the FIFA World Cup, you know that Ghana is out, and so is every other African country, and so is the USA. Honestly, I stopped watching the game after that disgraceful match between Ghana and Portugal. It is very obvious that Portugal played dirty. It was offensive to watch. That said, I am here about Brazil. I didn't watch their recent match but after I heard the scores I felt numb. Germany has been playing an impressive game and I am not surprised that they have managed to make history, but I am a Brazilian fan. Which is why today I am dedicating this space to the Brazilian team. Poetry will be back next Wednesday. But for now, I am here to declare my respect for that AMAZING team. It is one thing to lose a game, it is another to lose a game at home, and it is another to lose it in the manner that they did to Germany. The scores are painful, but they've played amazingly well thus far. I am proud of them. They have made it to the semifinals and that is so…

Observation: The Trees at Section Three

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The route from the subway entrance to my door entrance, I have divided into seven sections. At Section Three——or Five if I am on my way home, rather than on my way to the train station——there are four trees. Walking by these trees this past long winter, I had images of fluttering green leaves with peeking lines of sparkling sunlight or shadowy leaves trembling and glistening here and there with reflections of the moonlight. Or the yellowy street lights. I was sure summer would dress them as such. The images were shots from previous years. Spring came and I was cheerful to see my trees.

Only one blossomed. The fourth one, if I were to be going to the station, though the first one if I were to be making my way home. I thought the other three were taking things slow. I thought I must be patient. Every day as I walked by I would pay extra attention to the three for signs of life. Then summer came and I realized that they could be dead. I was not sure how I felt. The fourth or first tree …

Summer Diaries: A Beautiful Summer Day

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Yesterday was a charm. The afternoon was very breezy and beautiful. I had to go to the post office, and after that I went and got some forbidden treats to celebrate the summer-perfect afternoon. The light disappeared dramatically around 5pm, like it does when the heavens mean to show off . I got a chair and sat in front of the window with my knitting, ready for the exhibition. But nothing happened so I went about another business. Around 7pm the show  started and it was mind blowing. I rolled up on my ridiculously high bed and watched wind, water, and lightening go wild. It was so windy, the rain started coming into the room, but I couldn't bring myself to close the windows. As I watched, I wished I had a backyard so I could dash out in a bathing suit, but then realized that I didn't need a backyard to feel the rain!

I rushed into some comfy clothes and a pair of flip-flops, and grabbed my keys and went out for a walk. I couldn't wear my glasses because they were useless …