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About dragonpoet

But sometimes what you write is neither polished nor useful. Then it arrives here. With lots of sentence fragments and beginning ideas. If you wish, please comment on what you find. If you don't like the politics, don't comment. Here, we deal with the writing.

Some small stuff

Integral z-squared dz from 1 to the cube root of 3 times the cosine of 3 pi over 9 equals log of the cube root of ‘e’. Eva waved away the poems in her depression and wanted bilingual understanding and … Continue reading

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Beauty and Contemplation on the Heart-Lung Machine

Sometimes, I think this is one of the most beautiful equations in the universe. Other times I think it is a scary idea, and all the corollaries I have listed are there to make us properly thoughtful and humble.  When … Continue reading

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How do you tell the Anesthetist your attraction has not to do with beauty?

Or even sex … … Oh, Nina, really It’s not about the shape of your face the width of your hips, the heat of your life even the color of your blondness fades as we admire the depth of your wit, … Continue reading

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a recent try at thoughts and words, and it is a very early draft of ideas.

Little Rhymes for Christof the Spoken Poet Like Eliot, we are putting on a face to meet the faces that we meet) In the crowd a pleasant smiling softness show faces changing feelings wearing what we cannot hide hiding what … Continue reading

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Evening on the summer prairie (A late rewrite while facing winter).

Summers eve upon the plain a languid silky shadowed sky, lazy dusky sunshine warm a prairie day declining lightly wistful breezes weaving grasses shadow clouds of summer storms like birds upon a zephyr fluttering ever endlessly never grasping soothing wafting … Continue reading

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Music at Joe’s

Writing is albums of the heart, we sigh – try to fly to birth this life to share perhaps, our dreams. Places find you in your wonder, the air is ripe, plucking ears like a blues harp in a smoky … Continue reading

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find, contribute, and experience Combat Paper

From uniform to pulp Battlefield to workshop Warrior to artist Combat Paper Project

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