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http://tinyurl.com/9ppegfy Hot Pink Lipstick It was the first dead body I’d seen, waxy soulless. Hot pink lipstick: I laughed at the choice. Painted cheeks, rosy a doll. Hands that had held mine stroked my hair, prepared my dinner, now stiff, folded angelic, no longer capable of love or embrace. My grandmother in a box lined with silk, optimum comfort for the dead, lips closed, unsmiling blue eyes hiding behind shaded lids. Red hair dyed the day of her death, her final living act, unknown Buy here: http://tinyurl.com/8ttm6cv Sign up for my mailing list! Sharing is caring! Pass this on! Thanks for your time!

Okay, the title is a little deceiving. What this is is a video I put together of one of my dad's songs. He's a musician, he's made four albums and done plenty of tours. He teaches music and still performs on occasion.  He wants to put some of his songs on youtube, and I've been tasked with putting them together. I've never made a movie before, but I think this is decent. I wanted to get some feedback here for it, though it is already up on youtube. Thanks! if the video doesn't work, click here .

http://tinyurl.com/8cdl289 On facebook right now through September 1st 2012, I am running a contest to get a free PDF version of my book of poetry, Digging to China . it's also available on kindle as soon as a chapbook. head on over to my facebook page and follow the instructions there to learn how to be eligible to get your free copy. My author facebook page . Digging to China on Kindle . Also, if you haven't yet, sign up for my mailing list to keep informed on the latest developments with my books and other aspects of my writing career (including my latest blog, wizzley and hubpages posts).  Thanks for your time, Justin.

One year ago today, Andrea Larson and I loaded up her Subaru Forester , two dogs and clothes. Mine were recently ironed and hung neatly on a hanger. Hers were hidden, in one of those fancy dry cleaning bags. I was to be surprised at its contents. Our little family piled in and made the trek from Hillsboro, Oregon to the Mt. Tabor neighborhood in Portland; about fifteen miles away.  The day was a scorcher, no clouds would survive the heat, and the day would change our lives. Our friends Dan and Nicole had offered us their house and backyard for the days events and when we arrived at their home, it was neatly decorated. There was a mini chalk board with our names written along with the date, August 20 th , 2011 in the back yard, next to a card table. The trees had little penguins (my favorite animal) in them and the back yard had folding chairs. I pitied those that had to sit in those chairs but was rather happy that we wouldn’t be outside long.  This wouldn’t take long. Inside,