Author Archives: 1sojournal

About 1sojournal

Loves words and language. Dances on paper to her own inner music. Loves to share and keeps several blogs to facilitate that. They can be found here:


Posted for Poets United Mid-Week Motif – Walk Walk Can no longer walk without a cane or proffered hand to lend support. Yet, my words in black ink on white paper, create a meandering path far easier to follow. … Continue reading

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In Way of Remembering

Posted at The Sunday Whirl Words: vulnerable, struggle, talk, soul, exist, way, stories, magic, courage, messy, lean, mantra In Way of Remembering Struggle with reality of being old and vulnerable. Have long talks with my soul and together we … Continue reading

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Where Does it Begin?

Where Does it Begin? What is peace? Where does it begin? In cessation of all hostilities? Between countries, nations, ideologies? Lack of a need for all boundaries between states, communities, cities and towns? End of competition between schools, religions, students, … Continue reading

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Butterfly Light

Posted for Poets United Mid-Week Motif: Light Butterfly Light Words are the light that helps to define whatever I find in my silent darkness. Like the eye of a storm, brings comforting stillness to surrounding chaos and utter confusion. … Continue reading

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About Those Boulders

Posted for the Sunday Whirl: Wordle #403 Words: permit, siren, shoot, insight, live, tracks, lights, blocks, style, clues, shift, alley     About Those Boulders Have lived life by seeking its light through insight and following tracks left by … Continue reading

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Barefoot Reverie

Posted For The Sunday Whirl: Wordle # 402 window, charm, orphan, off, fly, sigh, stifle, sense, city, sing, float, dust Barefoot Reverie Sometimes feel like an orphan. Sighing on desire to fly off out window, float away from city … Continue reading

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Thirteen Ways of Looking At Memory

NaPoWriMo 2019 – Day 30 Thirteen Ways of Looking at Memory I Stone border wall keeping one from entering dreamed of place called Freedom. II Being constantly locked into space of exhausting repetition. III Grains of sand that linger long … Continue reading

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