Wednesday, July 13, 2011

interview

Today I was interviewed for Poets United

small stone:

July 13th

so many things for granted,

taken:

two kinds of silverware.
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12 comments:

  1. AnonymousJuly 13, 2011 at 9:57 AM

    You should be proud...this is nice.

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  2. bttrflyscarJuly 13, 2011 at 9:57 AM

    :) thanks!

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  3. DaydreamerJuly 13, 2011 at 10:05 AM

    Very proud, indeed! Congratulations :) Soul Speak

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  4. IsabelJuly 13, 2011 at 11:06 AM

    Congrats! Looking forward to reading the interview

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  5. bttrflyscarJuly 13, 2011 at 11:50 AM

    Thank you! ;)

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  6. bttrflyscarJuly 13, 2011 at 2:18 PM

    feel free to post at Poets United~ :)

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  7. Poetic SoulJuly 13, 2011 at 2:56 PM

    Just read your interview, you are a true forceJust read your interview, you are a true force

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  8. T RumblerJuly 13, 2011 at 4:59 PM

    The interview is a great snapshot of how you are a demon when inspiration hits and it hits you all the time. It pays to be a sensitive artist, and not in the King Missile way. I love you for that very quality.

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  9. Linda Bob Grifins Korbetis HallJuly 13, 2011 at 5:42 PM

    happy for you.

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  10. bttrflyscarJuly 14, 2011 at 6:30 AM

    Joel, what about in "The Argument" kind of way?

    <3

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  11. EllaJuly 14, 2011 at 8:40 AM

    I'm behind, but I'll go over now and read about YOU! I'm happy for you, too! :D

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  12. bttrflyscarJuly 19, 2011 at 1:33 PM

    that's ok, thanks Ella!

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