Tag: writing
member name: Atticus *.
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December 08, 2009 05:35 PM EST --
the sound of words / leaves
drift above dormant soil / land
........................... along oaken paths
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December 05, 2009 12:34 PM EST --
A lot of people had fun with last week's prompt judging from the amount of responses. They are well worth a look .
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November 28, 2009 08:48 AM EST --
As I mentioned in last week’s post, I did a poetry workshop with eight other local poets and an internationally . . .
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November 29, 2009 04:33 PM EST --
Although
believers
can delay
epiphanies
for gold,
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November 23, 2009 11:05 AM EST --
the absurdity of birds, planes
trees, buildings, flying/ standing
broken
hips pants mind face
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December 04, 2009 11:41 PM EST --
What an incredible outpouring of response from last week's prompt! I must admit I didn't get around to all of them last week. But I will later today! Last week's prompt:
Here . . .
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December 03, 2009 11:07 PM EST --
We always write about the moon
why shouldn't we when it rises,
like a big orange Caesar -
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November 01, 2009 11:09 AM EST --
A
boy........has already
called
down
enough
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November 25, 2009 09:25 AM EST --
pale . . .
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March 19, 2009 11:55 PM EDT --
On the highway home tonight
tears for your mother came in a slow rain
under trust for my love of your company
and the joy of the day.
The sound of their falling . . .
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March 24, 2009 10:27 PM EDT --
I am not afraid of flowers,
not afraid of a sparrow's song,
not afraid of wind on long grass.
Not afraid;
though I know there is a price to pay, . . .
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November 09, 2009 05:35 PM EST --
Another Zealot
Begins Yelling,
Cursing / X’ing-out
Discovery - Wayward
Email Violated.
For Unsolicited
Gratuitous Thought,
History . . .
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November 14, 2009 10:45 AM EST --
Today’s post will be brief. I’ve got a lot on my plate . . .
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November 15, 2006 12:50 PM EST --
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Playful chasing tease
Sweet winds stirring up the leaves
Games with clever trees
Elusive prey earthward bound
Vanquished foes end in crunches
( I recycled parts of a poem . . .
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November 13, 2009 06:00 PM EST --
Maybe it's not an obsession, but my father has been on my mind a lot lately. I chose him to answer last week's writing prompt for Saturday writing . . .
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November 18, 2009 12:00 AM EST --
This Poem Inspired by the life and work of Lily Yeh, and the Rwanda Healing Project
Until every new breath is taken
from the mouths of the dead, . . .
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August 29, 2009 06:04 AM EDT --
Hi everyone. It’s my first day on the job so try not to be too hard on me, Ok? I understand you are a tough crowd. I’m going to be approaching Saturday . . .
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October 17, 2009 01:57 AM EDT --
(Pronounced: HO-ee-chi)
Fallen samurai,
salt waves embrace the broken,
moon on haunted shore.
The biwa weeps on blind hands,
but no ears hear these . . .
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October 17, 2009 06:04 PM EDT --
Fallen samurai,
salt waves embrace the broken,
moon on haunted shore.
The biwa weeps on blind . . .
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October 24, 2009 09:13 AM EDT --
We owe the darkness. It is part of us; we are part of it. I can think of no better time than Halloween to call out your demons. But be careful, . . .
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