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Women Music March 2021 – Day 17 – Anita O’Day
Anita O’Day Anita Belle Colton (October 18, 1919 – November 23, 2006), known professionally as Anita O’Day, was an American jazz singer and self proclaimed “song stylist” widely admired for her sense of rhythm and dynamics, and her early big band appearances that shattered the traditional image of the “girl singer”. Refusing to pander to…
International Women’s Day – March 8th — Keep it alive
Today is International Women’s Day. March is also celebrated as women’s history month. I am sharing some inspirational quotes on the role of women in the society; “Feminism isn’t about making women stronger, women are already strong, it’s about changing the way the world perceives that strength” “May all women be free to dream, express, […]…
The Prohibition of Nuclear Weapons Becomes Law, by Marie Braun — Rise Up Times
“The U.S., the only nation to ever use nuclear weapons, should take the lead in convening talks with the other eight nuclear nations with the goal of working toward the elimination of these horrendous weapons and becoming signatories of the new landmark Treaty on the Prohibition of Nuclear Weapons.” The Prohibition of Nuclear Weapons Becomes Law,…
New Reviews (2/2): Voices (In The Trash)
Originally posted on Frank Prem Poetry:
Receiving the first review for a newly minted book is an edgy event. Anticipation and anxiety all mixed together. I am delighted (and a little relieved) to welcome the first review of my newest release – Voices (In The Trash) by Li (from Tao Talk). I was delighted to…
The Miracle of Snow
I look out of the window as the sun makes the blanket of snow over all sparkle and am filled with wonder. We take snow for granted but as I look at the zillions of unique snowflakes that casually land and rest together, I shouldn’t. Whenever I’m feeling drained and numbed of joy, I need…
holiday poem — Christmas Mourning
This is a revisiting of a poem I wrote last year (or the year before.) At the time of writing I had nobody in particular in mind. This year, I’m thinking of my dear friend and mentor, Barb. I think of her husband, sons, their wives, and the grandchildren who will be missing her presence…
