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Indy's Corner (http://IndividualistsCorner.blogspot.com): THE LONG WALK

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Visual Poetry by Individualist. Note this poem contains a mature theme. There is no gratuitous sexual references or violence or bad lnaguage. However the subject matter is best not discussed with any one under the age of 18. I have found a new website that gives examples of many more poetic forms at Sol Magazine.org. I came across this poetic form for inspiration called the Dorsimbra. April 27, 2010 at 10:14 PM. Very dark poem, very striking. April 27, 2010 at 11:38 PM. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom).

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InkSpotting: Writing, life and the writing life: August 2009

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InkSpotting: Writing, life and the writing life. Friday, August 14, 2009. The Frick Up List. Welcome to the first of (no doubt many) Frick Up Lists. In case you're wondering, Frick Up is shorthand for "Friday F* * Up." It's been a big week for bonehead behaviour, and today's the day to list a few standout moments. 1 Connecticut Marriott Claims Assault Victim Was Careless And Negligent - Stamford marriott rape - Jez. Ah yes, feels like old times! 3 Quarterback Michael Vick signs deal with Eagles - Yahoo!

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Knocking From Inside: Ridgetop Towns

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Friday, May 22, 2015. In the east half of this state, the hills. Run south to north; the start of basin/range. Terrain that sweeps down through Nevada. Spills. Of old Columbia basalt arrange. Themselves in layered stacks, erode to rims. That frame the inter-mountain lakes in stone. Like skirts of heavy black, they lift their hems. Revealing painted clays and fossil bones. And in the little tawny hills, the towns. That cling to ridgetops, and the tumble-down. Of barns abandoned; shingle roofs that fly.

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Knocking From Inside: A Woman of Far Harad

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Tuesday, May 26, 2015. A Woman of Far Harad. He wondered what the man's name was and where he came from; and if he was really evil of heart, or what lies or threats had led him on the long march from his home; and if he would not really rather have stayed there in peace.". JRR Tolkien, The Two Towers. We watched the legions march away to war. In lands a thousand leagues or more from home. We did not know what they were fighting for. Or whom they served upon a foreign shore. And not return. Defeat. Poetry...

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Knocking From Inside: Death Speaks to the Knight

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Thursday, March 12, 2015. Death Speaks to the Knight. HE SUN SETS GOLDEN ON THE HILL. HE LAST GRAIN FALLS IN THE HOURGLASS. AND TURNS TO AN ENDLESS SEA OF SAND. O COME, TAKE MY HAND. THOUGH IT IS ONLY BONE. YOU NEED NOT WALK ALONE. UNDER THE STARS THAT NEVER FADE. HE WORLD YOU MADE IS TURNING STILL. UIN’S EYES, THE SIZE OF CONTINENTS. HAT LIES BEYOND ETERNAL SHADE. ONLY THE STARS CAN TELL. Sir Terry Pratchett, 1948 – 2015. Quante canicula ille in fenestra est. Posted by Tiel Aisha Ansari. Sol Magazine Su...

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Knocking From Inside: Strength in Unity

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Tuesday, June 16, 2015. You’ve all heard that story—a single arrow. Easily broken, a bundle. Resists. Here’s one I like better:. The lindens this year bloomed in such profusion. They perfumed the evening air and filled. The sky with drowsy-humming bees. I got up close and smelled. A single flower. Nothing. Stepped back and waited: a vagrant breeze. Drowned me in sweet scent. Posted by Tiel Aisha Ansari. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). June 6th, 6:30 PM. 2300 NW Thurman Street. View my complete profile.

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Knocking From Inside: After Winslow Homer: Rustic Courtship and The Bridle Path, White Mountains

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Tuesday, October 07, 2014. After Winslow Homer: Rustic Courtship. And The Bridle Path, White Mountains. From her window’s height. From her white horse’s back. She knows the men will always be bigger, stronger. Have the law on their side. Not for her the powerful arms, pitchfork, place at the head. Not for her the football fame or Olympic accolades. Not for her to ride astride into or out of danger. Or at least vantage. Posted by Tiel Aisha Ansari. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). June 6th, 6:30 PM.

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Knocking From Inside: Warning Plumage

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Friday, August 07, 2015. I’ve come to expect the crow. Feathers shed in July, black and tattered emblems. Of a year of urban life. This summer. I did not find any. Instead. A Canada goose flight primary on the Esplanade, unpatterned brown. Glossy underneath with tegmen. What a perfect. Quill-pen this would have made, what poems. Would have flowed from its sharpened tip to parchment, ringing. With night-flight cries of spring and fall. On our front porch, a blue-jay feather flecked with white paint—.

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Knocking From Inside: Unseen

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Sunday, September 07, 2014. Tick of the clock. Don’t look over your shoulder for the. Sweep of the hands. Though you know it’s there. And it goes on without you. If there really is a clock. Like the footsteps on the stair. When you were afraid to look. And finally looked—. There was nothing, not even. A shadow sliding down the banister. Just a creaky step talking. Like the strange noise in the car. That you couldn’t hear when. The mechanic had the hood open. Like th sound of surf miles from any ocean.

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Knocking From Inside: In Response to Muriel Rukeyser’s “Ballad of Orange and Grape”

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Tuesday, October 07, 2014. In Response to Muriel Rukeyser’s “Ballad of Orange and Grape”. I could not tell the difference. By taste or smell—. I could not tell. I could not tell that orange was a real color. And grape a fruit. That could be green, or red, or black. I could not tell one flavor of poisoned sugar from another. Both names were lies for me to sell. I could not tell. If anyone would care about these labels. The dying do not care. Does purple mean despair? I could not tell. June 6th, 6:30 PM.