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Death leaving life | Wordorgy's Weblog
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Just another WordPress.com weblog. The cold is not cold, it’s warmly inside me, the cold is not the cold. The cold was a lie, the cold was the death leaving life. You’re currently reading “Death leaving life,” an entry on Wordorgy's Weblog. September 11, 2010 / 2:59 am. Jump to comment form. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:. Address never made public). You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. ( Log Out.
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A Late night; a late night. | Wordorgy's Weblog
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Just another WordPress.com weblog. A Late night; a late night. I write to be known more than I ever let on in the past. You’re currently reading “A Late night; a late night.,” an entry on Wordorgy's Weblog. February 10, 2012 / 9:24 am. Jump to comment form. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:. Address never made public). You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. ( Log Out. Notify me of new comments via email.
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Magmatic Syntax | Wordorgy's Weblog
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Just another WordPress.com weblog. Where in the middle of all the block of prose is the poem? In all the multitude of words avalanching from the mouth, volcanoing from the pen, where the syntax of poetry? As the words pile up dark-fonted but ethereal to the ceiling, letters hooking together and locking up, how do I pull them out and stick them end to end to call them. As if the rules were real; as if you knew what they meant. As if the glow in the words didn’t come from all of me. Jump to comment form.
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Plucked by Hands, Nimbly | Wordorgy's Weblog
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Just another WordPress.com weblog. Plucked by Hands, Nimbly. Sitting, I’m sitting. Am I sitting? Stretched between two wooden planks as multiple strands as nimble hands with wiggling fingers rain all over the body? You’re currently reading “Plucked by Hands, Nimbly,” an entry on Wordorgy's Weblog. August 26, 2010 / 4:21 am. Jump to comment form. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:. Address never made public). Just a Monday Morning.
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The Afternoon Nap | [Poor Scribbler]
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Michael J. Hylton (Poor Scribbler). An Open Letter to a Girl Still Waiting on Her Father. Untitled (From “Thoughts on the End of a School Year”). What I Love About Morning. A Twice-Weekly Web Log, That Which is Primarily Concerned with the Topics of Writing, Art, and Faith. Then the Wheelbarrow is a wilder blue,. The clouds a brighter white,. And all I hear is the rasp of the steel edge. Against a round stone,. The small plants singing with lifted faces,. And the click of the sundial. The hum of the fan.
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Decisions, Decisions | [Poor Scribbler]
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Michael J. Hylton (Poor Scribbler). An Open Letter to a Girl Still Waiting on Her Father. Untitled (From “Thoughts on the End of a School Year”). What I Love About Morning. A Twice-Weekly Web Log, That Which is Primarily Concerned with the Topics of Writing, Art, and Faith. September 20, 2011. I have been trying to prioritize my activities, and in many cases, I am having to let go of things. For now, if you will keep me in your prayers, I would greatly appreciate it. Soon, I hope to meet you here aga...
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Where Perfection Waits | [Poor Scribbler]
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Michael J. Hylton (Poor Scribbler). An Open Letter to a Girl Still Waiting on Her Father. Untitled (From “Thoughts on the End of a School Year”). What I Love About Morning. A Twice-Weekly Web Log, That Which is Primarily Concerned with the Topics of Writing, Art, and Faith. A brewer selects wheat, hops, barley. To craft and barrel. That it might have known him. A painter brushes each stroke. Caressing pigment onto canvass. The way lovers kiss coloring cheeks. Whispering at each others’ ears. Join 24 othe...
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National Poetry Month | [Poor Scribbler]
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Michael J. Hylton (Poor Scribbler). An Open Letter to a Girl Still Waiting on Her Father. Untitled (From “Thoughts on the End of a School Year”). What I Love About Morning. A Twice-Weekly Web Log, That Which is Primarily Concerned with the Topics of Writing, Art, and Faith. Another reason April is so cruel. Matters most to teachers daring to. Bring a poem into class after. Checking their email or visiting a website full of them. I try to read a poem to my students. But see them in the corner of the room.
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Make Scribbles | [Poor Scribbler]
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Michael J. Hylton (Poor Scribbler). An Open Letter to a Girl Still Waiting on Her Father. Untitled (From “Thoughts on the End of a School Year”). What I Love About Morning. A Twice-Weekly Web Log, That Which is Primarily Concerned with the Topics of Writing, Art, and Faith. I would like to have guest bloggers from time to time. That being said, I will attempt taking submissions via e-mail. If you would like to contribute something to. Please, share [Poor Scribbler] with your friends:. Click to print (Ope...
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To My Daughter, On the Terrible Twos | [Poor Scribbler]
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Michael J. Hylton (Poor Scribbler). An Open Letter to a Girl Still Waiting on Her Father. Untitled (From “Thoughts on the End of a School Year”). What I Love About Morning. A Twice-Weekly Web Log, That Which is Primarily Concerned with the Topics of Writing, Art, and Faith. September 1, 2011. To My Daughter, On the Terrible Twos. As it may probably be ascertained by the title of this post, my daughter, Clara, has entered the joyous phase known to many as “the terrible twos.”. It isn’t fun. The lantern of...