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    • Another Bridge to Reconciliation?
      • 15 Mar 2021
      • Keith Johnson
      •   The lynching that Black Chattanooga never forgot takes center stage downtown By Chris Moody, Washington Post, 12 March, 2021 CHATTANOOGA, Tenn.
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    • Another Bridge to Reconciliation?
      • 15 Mar 2021
      • Keith Johnson
      •   The lynching that Black Chattanooga never forgot takes center stage downtown By Chris Moody, Washington Post, 12 March, 2021 CHATTANOOGA, Tenn.
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    • Prepping for St Patrick's Day
      • 14 Mar 2021
      • Keith Johnson
      •   Doireann Ní Ghríofa with LeAnne Howe In Collaboration with the Embassy of Ireland Monday, March 15, 2021, 6:30 pmVirtual Reading 6:30pm-7:30pm ETTICKETS: $15 (suggested price) to $5 (minimum price)Buy TicketsIn collaboration with the Embassy of Ireland, the O.
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    • Prepping for St Patrick's Day
      • 14 Mar 2021
      • Keith Johnson
      •   Doireann Ní Ghríofa with LeAnne Howe In Collaboration with the Embassy of Ireland Monday, March 15, 2021, 6:30 pmVirtual Reading 6:30pm-7:30pm ETTICKETS: $15 (suggested price) to $5 (minimum price)Buy TicketsIn collaboration with the Embassy of Ireland, the O.
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    • Some of My Poetry from 2016
      • 7 Mar 2021
      • Keith Johnson
      •   No Separation   When sun has set and night has come The road not taken leaves no trace Of journeys once so near begun All thought to part now left in place.
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    • Some of My Poetry from 2016
      • 7 Mar 2021
      • Keith Johnson
      •   No Separation   When sun has set and night has come The road not taken leaves no trace Of journeys once so near begun All thought to part now left in place.
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    • Celebrating the Northern Hemisphere Spring 2021
      • 2 Mar 2021
      • Keith Johnson
      •   Ode to the West Wind Percy Bysshe Shelley - 1792-1822I  O wild West Wind, thou breath of Autumn's being,Thou, from whose unseen presence the leaves deadAre driven, like ghosts from an enchanter fleeing,   Yellow, and black, and pale, and hectic red,Pestilence-stricken multitudes: O thou,Who chariotest to their dark wintry bed The wingèd seeds, where they lie cold and low,Each like a corpse within its grave, untilThine azure sister of the Spring shall blow Her clarion o'er the dreaming earth, and fill(Driving sweet buds like flocks to feed in air)With living hues and odours plain and hill: Wild Spirit, which art moving everywhere;Destroyer and Preserver; hear, O hear!   II  Thou on whose stream, 'mid the steep sky's commotion,Loose clouds like Earth's decaying leaves are shed,Shook from the tangled boughs of Heaven and Ocean,   Angels of rain and lightning: there are spreadOn the blue surface of thine airy surge,Like the bright hair uplifted from the head Of some fierce Maenad, even from the dim vergeOf the horizon to the zenith's height,The locks of the approaching storm. Thou dirge Of the dying year, to which this closing nightWill be the dome of a vast sepulchreVaulted with all thy congregated might Of vapours, from whose solid atmosphereBlack rain, and fire, and hail will burst: O hear!   III  Thou who didst waken from his summer dreamsThe blue Mediterranean, where he lay,Lulled by the coil of his crystalline streams,   Beside a pumice isle in Baiae's bay,And saw in sleep old palaces and towersQuivering within the wave's intenser day, All overgrown with azure moss and flowersSo sweet, the sense faints picturing them! ThouFor whose path the Atlantic's level powers Cleave themselves into chasms, while far belowThe sea-blooms and the oozy woods which wearThe sapless foliage of the ocean, knowThy voice, and suddenly grow grey with fear,And tremble and despoil themselves: O hear!   IV  If I were a dead leaf thou mightest bear;If I were a swift cloud to fly with thee;A wave to pant beneath thy power, and share   The impulse of thy strength, only less freeThan thou, O Uncontrollable! If evenI were as in my boyhood, and could be The comrade of thy wanderings over Heaven,As then, when to outstrip thy skiey speedScarce seemed a vision; I would ne'er have striven As thus with thee in prayer in my sore need.Oh! lift me as a wave, a leaf, a cloud!I fall upon the thorns of life! I bleed! A heavy weight of hours has chained and bowedOne too like thee: tameless, and swift, and proud.   V  Make me thy lyre, even as the forest is:What if my leaves are falling like its own!The tumult of thy mighty harmonies   Will take from both a deep, autumnal tone,Sweet though in sadness. Be thou, Spirit fierce,My spirit! Be thou me, impetuous one! Drive my dead thoughts over the universeLike withered leaves to quicken a new birth!And, by the incantation of this verse, Scatter, as from an unextinguished hearthAshes and sparks, my words among mankind!Be through my lips to unawakened Earth The trumpet of a prophecy! O Wind,If Winter comes, can Spring be far behind? FROM THE WASHINGTON POST https://www.washingtonpost.com/lifestyle/2021/03/01/lenten-rose-how-to-grow/?arc404=true https://www.washingtonpost.com/weather/2021/03/01/meteorological-spring-2021/
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