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Jenny Noble Anderson
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But Still She Flies: Poems and Paintings
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2021
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Can Buddhists Wear Mascara?
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Can Buddhists Wear Mascara? (and Other Things I've Googled):
"This is such a brilliant and moving collection of poems. Jenny Noble Anderson has the rare gift of mindful self-awareness -- paying keen attention to all the wild emotions at play in her relationships with family, community, state, country, and world"
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Can Buddhists Wear Mascara? (and Other Things I've Googled):
"What a profound and witty collection of autobiographical poems. One of my favorite parts of the book is the introduction—a brilliant spin on the parable of two wolves. From there, Anderson arranges her poems by what’s known in Buddhism as the five hi"
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"Oh, what a match made in Heaven! Ann Patchett’s writing and Meryl Streep’s delivery. This is a book that begs to be listened to rather than read. Although the writing is so divine, I might have to do both.
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“We may have been
flawless then—
but look at us now.
Look how we shine.
Look at the map we've
made in these fractures—
in all the places where
the world got its hands
on us.”
― But Still She Flies: Poems and Paintings
flawless then—
but look at us now.
Look how we shine.
Look at the map we've
made in these fractures—
in all the places where
the world got its hands
on us.”
― But Still She Flies: Poems and Paintings
“And one day, these outsides
will be left behind,
cicada-like, as the contents
rise and fly.
You're certain to see more
of me—that knobby tree,
that wave, that wing.”
― But Still She Flies: Poems and Paintings
will be left behind,
cicada-like, as the contents
rise and fly.
You're certain to see more
of me—that knobby tree,
that wave, that wing.”
― But Still She Flies: Poems and Paintings
“Yes, sing
to me, Little Bird,
while we wait.
Fill me with
those feathered
lullabies, those
promises of big
blue skies—sing
me your sweet
songs of freedom.”
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to me, Little Bird,
while we wait.
Fill me with
those feathered
lullabies, those
promises of big
blue skies—sing
me your sweet
songs of freedom.”
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“Yes, sing
to me, Little Bird,
while we wait.
Fill me with
those feathered
lullabies, those
promises of big
blue skies—sing
me your sweet
songs of freedom.”
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to me, Little Bird,
while we wait.
Fill me with
those feathered
lullabies, those
promises of big
blue skies—sing
me your sweet
songs of freedom.”
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“My long smooth neck had felt only
kisses and the warmth of winter
scarves. Your neck was bleeding,
raw, and could scarecely endure a
swallow, a breath, the bandage I'd
wrapped clumsily around your
lifetime of injuries.”
― But Still She Flies: Poems and Paintings
kisses and the warmth of winter
scarves. Your neck was bleeding,
raw, and could scarecely endure a
swallow, a breath, the bandage I'd
wrapped clumsily around your
lifetime of injuries.”
― But Still She Flies: Poems and Paintings
“i pry myself
from the bed,
pull my skin up
from the floor and
hook it loosely
on my shoulder
blades. i'm not
hopeful yet.
but there's something
about being upright.
(opening the blinds
just a tad) that
allows a whisper
to take root.”
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from the bed,
pull my skin up
from the floor and
hook it loosely
on my shoulder
blades. i'm not
hopeful yet.
but there's something
about being upright.
(opening the blinds
just a tad) that
allows a whisper
to take root.”
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“I've known a lot of
hummingbirds. I used to
be one too. But then
I grew.
An ostrich now,
I listen. I wait.
Grounded (but quick
when I need to be).
I've still got
that sprint in me.”
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hummingbirds. I used to
be one too. But then
I grew.
An ostrich now,
I listen. I wait.
Grounded (but quick
when I need to be).
I've still got
that sprint in me.”
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“Maybe one day you'll see
me latched barkside to that tree,
teasing my way out of the skin I'm in
until I plunk into the dirt. Until I slither
then fly. Shiny and high.
Leaving only an effigy—
a hollowed-out
replica
behind.”
― But Still She Flies: Poems and Paintings
me latched barkside to that tree,
teasing my way out of the skin I'm in
until I plunk into the dirt. Until I slither
then fly. Shiny and high.
Leaving only an effigy—
a hollowed-out
replica
behind.”
― But Still She Flies: Poems and Paintings
