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Deborah J. Brasket, Author

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Deborah J. Brasket, Author

Category Archives: Art

Humor, It’s Serious Stuff

February 2, 2014

Recently I’ve come across several blogs that use humor (the ironic, tongue-in-cheek, tending toward the ludic, the whimsical, the carnivalesque) …

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“Taste and see – I am spare”

January 9, 2014

That age-old question “who am I?” haunts us from birth. We sense we are more than what we seem to …

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True Ghost Stories, Part V – A Demon on My Chest

October 21, 2013

Have you ever awoken from sleep to find yourself paralyzed with fear as something dark and evil sitting on your …

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Blogging and “The Accident of Touching”

September 17, 2013

These are the last lines of a poem I wrote long ago. The accident of touching is so rare! Sometimes …

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Unwanted Solicitor, or Failing to See Humanity Behind the Hand

September 10, 2013

Unwanted Solicitor, or Failing to see Humanity Behind the Hand by Deborah J. Brasket He stood there, a youth from …

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Song of Me and Mine

June 23, 2013

Tonight as we marvel at the summer solstice super-moon, our family will be celebrating our daughter’s birthday. In remembrance of this lovely event, …

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The Pieta and the Writer’s Palette

June 16, 2013

It’s been said that for the writer the blank page is our canvas and words our paint. But I don’t …

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The Art of Sohan Qadri – Tapping into the Unconscious

June 9, 2013

When I first encountered one of Sohan Qadri’s paintings, I was plunged like a pebble into a still pool, radiating ripples …

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Love’s Duplicity

April 21, 2013

When I first fell in love, it was a hot thing—urgent, possessive, almost feverish at times. I truly saw love …

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The Geometry, and Geography, of Love

April 17, 2013

I wrote these poems while still quite young, and very much in love, and loving the way our bodies “meet and …

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After sailing around the world in a small boat for six years, I came to appreciate how tiny and insignificant we humans appear in our natural and untamed surroundings, living always on the edge of the wild, into which we are embedded even while being that thing which sets us apart. Now living again on the edge of the wild in a home that borders a nature preserve, I am re-exploring what it means to be human in a more than human world.

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