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Get your very own BLUES Name

 

by Lawrence J. J. Leonard

Sometimes we have a need to find our own alter ego or that pseudonym that defines our secret passion. Other times it is just a desire to have fun.

While I do not take the credit for the list of names here, I can encourage you to let go a little and enjoy the premise.

Follow the directions listed and get your own, personal Blues Name.

Sincerely,

Pretty Fingers” Dupree

 

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remember, only you remember

by Lawrence J. J. Leonard

…remember only you remember…
together in places
we left traces of when we last spoke

about make-believe races
purported cases
of out of sync paces

then the laces fall
and if now we talk at all

your memory of loving me fades away
until the day

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There is hope

by Lawrence J. J. Leonard

The difference between
being on a leash or in a cage
means that either way, this perspective
still makes for a dog’s life.

Under someone’s thumb
causes every effort to seek out freedom
where it can be found
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In the beginning the Universe was liquid

by Lawrence J. J. Leonard

Science proves primary concepts in Holy Scriptures: According to CERN, the Conseil Européen pour la Recherche Nucléaire, the Large Hadron Collider (LHC) using the ALICE detector has confirmed quark-gluon plasma is an ultra-low viscosity liquid. This after colliding lead ions at close to the speed of light, physicists say the Universe is a perfect fluid.

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Solamente una memoria / Just one memory

by Lawrence J. J. Leonard

Solamente una memoria

Veo nubes en este día
flotando y corriendo ,
proyectando sombras a través de la pradera,
adviertan a una lluvia de verano. Continue reading


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Clouds of snow

by Lawrence J. J. Leonard

“Clouds . . .
of snow
lying on the ground,”
the old man with a white beard
shivered,
recounting his childhood.

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