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Trees :
Poetry 2008-05-15 (26 hits)

Safeguard :
Poetry 2008-05-07 (55 hits)

Tree reflection :
Poetry 2008-05-01 (77 hits)

Haiku : inspired by stradymarius
Poetry 2008-04-30 (74 hits)

Watching a garden grow : for Portland
Poetry 2008-04-29 (71 hits)

First Look : of my spouse
Poetry 2008-04-27 (82 hits)

American :
Poetry 2008-04-23 (78 hits)

Earth Day Salutation :
Poetry 2008-04-21 (139 hits)

Inspired by Rumi :
Poetry 2008-04-18 (91 hits)

Transformation… :
Poetry 2008-04-17 (85 hits)

Birth, growth and decay… :
Poetry 2008-04-17 (71 hits)

In the beginning… :
Poetry 2008-04-17 (68 hits)

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keep the last line

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the poem

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Lynn,

yes you are the creator

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Hello

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minimal

bolt of lightning

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Thank you all...

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salvador dali

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mmmmm

drink

Patience

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re: #3

Your Haiku

rain fall would be precious

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good bones

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very hard

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two dueling images

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unknown mysteries

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Both right

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Biography Mike Aspros

Refuge. That is the one word describing my writing, which has been a refuge for my creativity. It’s like an iceberg with blue tint of sky reflecting through transparent white ice floating in the ocean. The swells around me increase in height and frequency yet I have my writing as my life raft. I am clutching to it and explore my creativity. I am exploring an ocean of unknown. I don’t know what I’m capable of. I sometimes wonder how did I survive in the ocean without fresh water to nourish me. How did I survive for so long suppressing my creativity? This is the beginning of my story, my writing, and the beginning of myself reviving my creativity, which had burnt down into a smoldering ember. I now have lungs of the East Gorge Winds and blow new breath into the embers, igniting it. The fire is roaring awake like a tiger consuming oxygen. I will continue on my journey, and look ahead to surprises as I discover myself, and the art that will surface from within. So far, I’m enjoying the ride. Being on raft in the ocean is not so bad. Having creativity is enabling me to create a world that will someday land my raft in a place and life I want to be living.