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    Pangaea: Transforming the Landscape
    Pangaea: Transforming the Landscape
    Pangaea: Transforming the Landscape
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    Pangaea: Transforming the Landscape

    By Brian Armstrong

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    This is a short collection of original poetry by Brian Armstrong with artwork by Sophie Byrne.
    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherLulu.com
    Release dateMar 31, 2011
    ISBN9781257353774
    Pangaea: Transforming the Landscape
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    Brian Armstrong

    Brian Armstrong is an independent historian, researcher and author. A native of New Jersey and current resident of Mount Laurel, Armstrong was president of the South River Historical & Preservation Society for ten years and is now the vice-president, Central Region, for the League of Historical Societies of New Jersey. In 2015, he co-wrote South River (Arcadia Publishing) with Stephanie Bartz and Nan Whitehead. He also frequently writes articles for the Bar Harbor Historical Society in Bar Harbor, Maine, where his mother's family lived for several hundred years. Armstrong lectures throughout the state on local history, World War I, the Spanish Influenza and political history.

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      Pangaea - Brian Armstrong

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      Pangaea

      Transforming the Landscape

      Brian Armstrong

      ©2010 Brian Armstrong. All rights reserved.

      9781257353774

      Photographs and Drawings by Sophie Byrne.

      Table of Contents

      Title Page

      Copyright Page

      Pangaea

      Prerequisite Days

      Scattered Pixels

      Hoover

      A Resignation Letter to a Young Woman from Her Tongue

      Colouring Book

      I’M ISSUE

      Sweep the Stars

      Remigration

      The Mirror Holds No Secrets

      Mortimer Jones, Locust Herder

      Cacophony Sarcophagus

      The Neanderthal’s New Hat

      Symbiotic Toupee Soufflé

      Kamikaze Allergens

      Gondwana

      Mosaic in Bloom

      Aristotle’s Apostle, Name in Lights

      Caffeine Junkie Adrenaline Android

      Punk Rock Parakeet Dines Alone

      A Samurai’s Thorax Guards Its Heart

      Without the Wind

      Prada Binoculars

      When the Waves Hold No Quarter

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      Pangaea

      On my back, staring out the window

      aching for time to tether, for a chance

      to change the weather

      the stars forgot to ask for directions

      and the city doesn’t give a damn.

      In a field, lost in memory

      when I used to fear

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