When she danced on my screen
it was like smiling at dusk…
It kept me from thinking
of rain and the darkness
of the code I was writing
of being alone in my dorm…
the winter I worked on my thesis
I stayed in Oak Ridge.
Entrypoint
For Marian’s prompt on Janet Jackson at toads.
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September 15, 2018
Writing about living in two places (and times)
Poems & Stories from The Author Stew
practising for a whole life
haikai poetry matters
Running in the slow lane
The view from here ... Or here!
“Life is like riding a bicycle. To keep your balance, you must keep moving.” — Albert Einstein
chronicling my quarter life crisis
Björn Rudbergs writings 
It would definitely be uplifting to be absorbed into Janet’s creative energy.
Yes, yes, yes!!! YES
Ahh, I love her. Did you see her in Poetic Justice?
No not at all… I just remember her from way back…
It’s a good movie.
“it was like smiling at dusk” – excellent!! And you survived East Tennessee in the process.
There are some folk we just have to watch on TV. Studues, work and play will have to c wait.
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I remember being mesmerized by her but this song Marian gave us surprised me a bit. I haven’t listened to her in ages, but boy is she auto tuned and I couldn’t understand half of what she sang… I’m obviously getting old.