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by Maggie Turner

"Canadian Maggie Turner writes and publishes poetry, photography, and a personal journal online. Her work reflects the current way of life in Canada, embracing Canada's past, present, future in a unique portrayal everyday life. Maggie's voice is one many writers artists, actively depicting rich diversity culture.

Photography: "a term which comes from the Greek words photos (light) and graphos (drawing). A photograph is made with a camera by exposing film to light in order to create a negative. The negative is then used in the darkroom to print a photograph (positive) onto light-sensitive paper.
Source: University of Arizona Glossary

Poetry: "a form of speech or writing that harmonizes the music of its language with its subject. To read a great poem is to bring out the perfect marriage of its sound and thought in a silent or voiced performance. At least from the time of Aristotle's Poetics, drama was conceived of as a species of poetry."
Source: Creative Studios

Journal: " "Though a journal may be many things - a treasury, a storehouse, a jewelry box, a laboratory, a drafting board, a collector's cabinet, a snapshot album, a history, a travelogue..., a letter to oneself - it has some definable characteristics. It is a record, an entry-book, kept regularly, though not necessarily daily.... Some (entries) will be nearly illegible, written in the dark in the middle of the night.... Not only is it a record for oneself, but of oneself. Every memorable journal, any successful journal, is honest. Nothing sham, phony, false...." (Dorothy Lambert from Ken Macrorie's book, Writing to be Read )
A journal is a way to keep track of your thoughts about what you read... as well as what you did on any given day."
Source: Journal Writing



								Interior Designs Interior Designs There's very ugly furniture, in the room at the end of the hall, I saw it once and shut the door, I don't go there at all. It's where I store your attitude, your small mind and your sneer, I put them there some years ago, and didn't shed a tear. You tried to drag the children in, through the space beneath the door, you whispered your vendetta, it poured across the floor. We slept in tents, we stood in line, we did without and more. We ran, we screamed, but we always dreamed, and we did not open that door. Because, there's very ugly furniture, in the room at the end of the hall.

Interior Designs