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“Touch and go, bank and stall, keeping a steady hand | as we flew beyond the bounds of the artificial horizon.” ~ Sue Standing, from “Artificial Horizon”
“The Japanese Lantern” (1912)by Paul Burty Haviland Two for Tuesday: What is temporary “No day copies yesterday, no two nights will teach what bliss is in precise… more →
Lola's Curmudgeonly Musings on Life, Love & Other Trifles
The Irving Place "bachelors" host Sunday salons
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wrote 1 day ago: A plaque outside the three-story brick house on the southwest corner of Irving Place (right) and 17t … more →
We Drink Because We're Poets - Weekly News
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wrote 2 days ago: Happy Saturday Poets! If you’ve been following along with We Drink Because We’re Poets the last week … more →
Poetry: Merlin and Newton
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wrote 3 days ago: Isaac Newton Lead became gold when in a fit of rage a man revealed to a king that even his path ende … more →
"Touch and go, bank and stall, keeping a steady hand | as we flew beyond the bounds of the artificial horizon." ~ Sue Standing, from "Artificial Horizon"
wrote 1 week ago: “The Japanese Lantern” (1912)by Paul Burty Haviland Two for Tuesday: … more →
“Somewhere deep within the marrow of our marrow, we were the same.” ~ Kamila Shamsie, from Kartography
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wrote 1 week ago: “y nadie puede, nadie puede evadir los pasos del corazón que corre calla … more →
Creative Non-Fiction Prompt 5/3/13 – Spring Has Arrived
wrote 1 week ago: Think about your life in relation to the seasons. What is your favorite season and why? During which … more →
"Bashô says the body is composed of one hundred bones and nine openings. | Within which flimsy structure the spirit dwells." ~ Nicholas Christopher, from "Midsummer"
wrote 1 week ago: Reblogged from theparisreview The Orphanage At the bus stop, a blind man sells c … more →
“I knew on some level that it was an indefensible position, but I wanted to see how far I could get in taking a curmudgeonly stance against the pursuit of happiness.” ~ Phillip Lopate, from “Writing Personal Essays: On the Necessity of Turning Oneself Into a Character”
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wrote 2 weeks ago: Two for Tuesday: Phillip Lopate I’m so excited. I know that I’ve read a few brief things … more →
Why do poets and writers write?
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wrote 2 weeks ago: This is a question like a sliver that gets under your skin. It is like that wood splinter you receiv … more →
“Do not read, as children do, to amuse yourself, or like the ambitious, for the purpose of instruction. No, read in order to live.” ~ Gustave Flaubert
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wrote 2 weeks ago: “Finally, from so little sleeping and so much reading, his brain dried up and he … more →
Finding Time to Write
wrote 2 weeks ago: I’ve been pretty down on myself lately. In case you haven’t noticed, I haven’t really been following … more →
To be a poet or an artist
wrote 2 weeks ago: Are you one of us? Do you recognize yourself in these words? There are always contrast to be a poet … more →
"Something new in the air today, perhaps the struggle of the bud to become a leaf. Nearly two weeks late it invaded the air but then what is two weeks to life herself?" ~ Jim Harrison, from "Spring"
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wrote 3 weeks ago: Paper Whites by kcentannial Two for Tuesday: Moments in Time From the Writer … more →
In Love
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wrote 3 weeks ago: In love, there is no because, no reason, no explanation, no solutions. —Anaïs Nin … more →
Trusting You
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wrote 3 weeks ago: hearing your breathing, slow and easy smelling the light scent of your cologne mixture of your work … more →
“Let me keep my mind on what matters . . . which is mostly standing still and learning to be astonished.” ~ Mary Oliver
wrote 3 weeks ago: “Villiers-le-Bel” (Peach Blossoms), (ca. 1887-89, oil on canvas)by Childe Hassam … more →
Two for Tuesday: Longing and Need
wrote 3 weeks ago: Paris, 1964by Edouard Boubat “Though you have never possessed me I have belonged to you since the be … more →
"Yet we rise, hurl ourselves against the image | of this world, wanting to pierce it, to comprehend" ~ Aleida Rodríquez, from “The Gravelly Path to the Woodpile”
wrote 1 month ago: “this was the way my self felt when it started falling apart: each piece of it clipped from a … more →
My Blood (My Poetry OF Love)
wrote 1 month ago: As your blade slowly rips my skin, I can only feel the pain from deep within. Does this delight you … more →
