checking quality of photos
seeing if sending bigger file improves quality, only 3 for now
I am trying to tone down my angry posting. However, that isn't always healthy, so there will be times when some persons won't want to read my rants.
Some Mass Sketches from 2008
For all of you who want me to "share" my sketches, here ya go!
Blessings.
Ritagail
Blessings.
Ritagail
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more poetry sounds
Jemper's garden
Drowned This year. "How can rain drown a garden?" Jemper wailed. "Rain is supposed to make things Grow." Yet, there Jemper stood, Water standing too. Jemper chewed her lip, Then, Took a photo and wrote, "Jemper's Water Garden". Then entered it in a photo contest. She won an honorable mention. **************************************************
Jesus,
Let me sleep On your big toe. The rest of them Can have their crowns. The only crown I ask Is to touch Your big toe At Last And snuggle next to You For eternity. ***************************************************
My
Cat And I Are really simply creatures. All it takes to entertain us Is a ball of yarn And an old newspaper. I "hide" the yarn Then lay down and pull. She Dives And slaps the paper Grating it with her paws-- Making tremendous Crashing Sounds, thereby making use Of news that many folk wish Would go away. *******************************************************
Beloved neighboring cellmate
Paul, Read me again what you wrote-- No, not that, the other. Yes. Stop. Tell me, Brother Paul, Do you really Truly Believe that it's entirely Okay For Christians to behave that way, So long as the Gospel of Jesus Christ is preached? Really? Well, you are older and more learned Than I, but, Methinks that your writing shows You won't be too awfully gosh-darned Sorry When it comes your turn to go! *****************************************************************
(all poetry on these pages, unless otherwise noted written, recorded, sweated over by Ritagail (Rita Gail) Burleson)
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testing audio
(Welcome from Ritagail in Oklahoma)
I write.
I draw. I make things. Sometimes, What I do is Okay. Mostly, It's practice called "Working my talents". (Bleah) I write Poe try Unequal to Mr. Poe. But then, I don't have the benefit Of his mind altering drugs, I only have Mind Altering Freakin' LIfe Experiences That would make Mr. Poe cringe. ************************************************************
Broken branches
Here, there, O my-- Everywhere. Clean up from one More Blasted Oklahoma storm. The path in the woods Is lined with branches and leaves, As if welcoming The Queen of Storms, Beseeching her to leave. And then I see A dragonfly Eating moths in mid-air. Gross, fascinating, A ballet of mini-meat eating Reality. And, I, To balance storm and reality, Pick up a squirming earthworm From the hard asphalt, Freeing it into the grass. May the next storm Pass. |
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next posts?
I guess if I change it all in the beginning, then it changes it. Well, better than nothing. Oh the joys of writing/illustrating without the benefit of big bucks for Wondrous Equipment! It changes the font size, but not the color? Ok, so, I guess I can retype what I have here in a different color, rather than having to mail them from a color-friendly e-mail. So....now that I've got one on there, how do I get more posts, how are they managed when I send more?
(still testing)
(still testing)
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