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Hi, my name is McKinley, my friends call me Mac. I am a Siberian Husky who is 12 weeks old. I have deep blue eyes which make me a handsome pooch. Some of my friends, like Jo (aka Poetic Shutterbug) call me a hottie. I'm not sure what that means but I am guessing it is a good thing.
My favorite hobbies are playing, chewing things and watching the San Francisco 49ers and the San Francisco Giants. I am always open to free tickets.
I want to thank my Mommy and Daddy for taking such good care of me. And, I want to wish all of you a great weekend. More to come when Poetic Shutterbug feels like typing for me. xoxo
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You wake up in the middle of the night. It is 3:00 am and you cannot get back to sleep. Ideas, street scenes and dreams swirl around in your head activating your creative membranes with words that you know you will forget by dawn. What do you do? Always keep a pen and paper by your bed and jot down those words and ideas. No need to form those words. Those words will become meaningful as you meld them together with your ideas during daylight hours.
The craft of writing poetry does not adhere to the 9 to 5 seven day week venue. Poetry comes to you when you are least expecting it and when you are open to its visit. If you treat poetry as a job it will inevitably fill your days with writer’s block. Poetry is born of the heart and soul and not the brain. The heart holds the poem and the brain forms the style. The following quote by poet Lucille Clifton most adequately describes poetry in its most raw form.