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:


Together Bring me a word, I’ll gift you with another. Together, we will build a bridge to a world Yet to be heard from. Elizabeth Crawford  2/14/2018 Image is an inverted pen and ink fantasy. Posted at Poets United Mid-Week … Continue reading

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In Time of the Hunger Moon

In the Time of the Hunger Moon She enlarges her countenance bringing brighter and different light into our darkness. Her message luminous, clear. It is time to share, to shine. Reach deep within to offer that which will nourish, will … Continue reading

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Weather, or Not

Weather, Or Not Neither game nor superstition, January is a shady train taken in hopes of some mysterious list of sane gravity, somewhere in a balmy future. Chickens need not apply, especially any who might hope for some grain of … Continue reading

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Monkey-Business In Moonlight

Monkey-Business In Moonlight Air is stung with blows from swords strapped on with relish. Clangs merge with strident song of iron that rings across and over field stubble, or against hard stone of filled silo. One can only wonder at … Continue reading

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Stray Thought 14

 Was a singer, not a monk Songs written by others fell from her lips, like nurturing rain Often dreamed of dragonflies guarding the gates of dream-time where own song lived,  unheard Elizabeth Crawford 11/14/2017 Note: In Native American mythology, dragonflies … Continue reading

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Stray Thought 13

“Hush child. You know there are those days when the words stretch, like lacy tree branches, but can’t quite reach, to find and make meaning. Let them be, but listen as they whisper between themselves of wind and soft breezes. … Continue reading

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Stray Thought 12

Before the surgery, they shaved off her creamed-coffee curls. Replaced them with a scar that arched over her left ear. Used a steel pin to stop up the hole where bone had been broken. Doctor said she was his “Miracle” … Continue reading

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