Solotramp's Podcast
Audible is also available. Book trailer for Solotramp.
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Solotramp's Podcast
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Solotramp and Drama should be free to all at Amazon Kindle April 30th and May 1st. (If someone doesn’t have a Kindle, they can use the App.) Launch party on the 30th! <a href="https://www.amazon.com/SOLOTRAMP-Eleanor-Addy-Binnings-ebook/dp/B0BP6P39V1"> https://www.amazon.com/SOLOTRAMP-Eleanor-Addy-Binnings-ebook/dp/B0BP6P39V1</a>
info_outline SOLOTRAMP my Novel -- Audacity!Solotramp's Podcast
Paperback of SOLOTRAMP here: Audible version will be up in days! I began recording in December and uploaded on July 4th -- so appropriate since the story begins on July 5th. Fireworks while I submitted.
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From long ago, but I want to bring it to the front now. (c)2006 Binnings ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
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I wrote this poem long ago. I've pretty much taken this advice about Fear . . . .
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After drinking rondel tea from the , I wanted to try writing a rondel.
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Visual poetry
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Jake & Annette get married!
info_outlineIt's be awhile & I listened to this one today, so I thought I would move it toward the front for a little while.
Time for a new photograph.
++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Two years ago today is when I flew to Phoenix to meet the surgeon for the brain bypass. These two years have truly been an incredible experience. I am alive. Thank you, everyone!!! xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxooxxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxo ==================================================== My first for 2008 . . . a poem I had sought . . . and here it is. Cycles of life . . . I Wait We're slipping along the paths that lead away from each other-- no longer lovers and barely friends. The echo of your words of love throb in empty canyons ever more distant while day to day jargon swallows memories of when we once touched. Even now a bond reaches from me to you, each day unraveling and growing more tenuous. We don't talk except in empty phrases that neither move the earth nor us. I neither leave nor stay . . . I wait. (c)2008 Binnings ALL RIGHTS RESERVED