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Janet Bellinger
I first wrote thank you letters to my grandmother as a preschooler, on a giant Underwood typewriter. I later entertained my cousins with pages-long handwritten letters, packing the envelopes so tightly that they had to be taped shut. I never thought of myself as a writer though, having had any inclination in this area stamped out of me by a rigid school structure. For a time, my only conncection to the writing world, other than letters, was the X marks the spot poems I wrote to my children at Easter, for their chocolate egg hunts.It wasn't until I did a writing exercise from one of John Bra more...
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Books
• Counter top war
• Crazy, mixed up world
• Not in Nagoya
• Silver Sighs
• Summer Storm
• Tracing Raindrops
Short Stories
• The Error
Articles
• Animals - our connection to God
• Chapters speech on writing
• Elton John - A Legend in his own time
• Eternal Bloom
• Liturgy for Ed
Poetry ( View all 49 poems )
• Amethyst sky
• Bar-oque
• Beating the drums
• Bridesmaids of spring
• Bright conqueror
• Bubble gum sex
• Butterflies in the winter sun
• Canyon sunset, before the snow
• Colours
• Cops from space
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• Published in NJIA magazine
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