writing
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Why Memoirs are Special
“…it is difficult for those who publish their own memoirs to escape the imputation of vanity. Nor is this the only disadvantage under which they labor: it is also their misfortune, that whatever is uncommon is rarely, if ever, believed, and from what is obvious we are apt to turn away in disgust, and to… Continue reading
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The Early Morning Wake-Up Call
The calculated drip of the early morning, we wake to the resurrection of the senses; of sound and smell and want. Time longs for me, stretches its arms beyond reach it begs like a full glass tipping over that I must catch before the skies break into singing. We wake with fresh thoughts whistling new… Continue reading
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The Faceless Internet
If I could go back in time to visit my great great great grandmother, she’d probably not believe me if I told her about this world; if I told her about the people walking around with no face. Except they do not exactly walk either. They glide instead on finger toes and eyeballs. Here skin… Continue reading
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Writing Poetry
So I was thinking about poetry a lot this week. I’m in the midst of this like wondering moment if you will; a pondering of thoughts concerning poetry. I noticed that the inspiration I have to write poetry is different than the inspiration to write in general. It’s not like just sitting down and just… Continue reading
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Words Are Worth It
Corroded behavior reveals the unpolished stains left dangling from the heart Brimming from the mind and falling from the mouth A surge of power tap dancing in the air and building meaning on the ground A melting pot of consonant sounds and vowels finding way to my skin Seeking to build homes in the goosebumps… Continue reading
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Guest Feature – Top Five Reasons You Should Be Reading Poetry
by Nickole Brown (Found this on BookPage, excellent piece on Poetry) 5. Because it’s unnecessary. Yes, unnecessary, absolutely so, but only in the way that beauty and truth are unnecessary. Like an elegant armful of cut tulips brought home dripping from the store among all your pragmatic sundries, like my grandmother’s false lashes glued on… Continue reading
