Woman, in the picture language of mythology, represents
the totality of what can be known. — Joseph Campbell
Cuchulain, son of Lug, it is said, 313 more words
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Though coined in 1926, gimmicks have been around for thousands of years. The first caveman to beat his chest did so to display dominance and arouse the opposite sex. 36 more words
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Poor Man's Wordsworth
Startled by the shrill cries of feathered sable-winged imps, I awaken.
I stumble with purpose to the bathroom, turn on the faucet, allowing the stark cold deluge of life to overtop my cupped hands. 561 more words
Yr thighs are ruined, you want too much.
Glad folded pale slips.
I married the butcher to get to the bone. 450 more words
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I’ve felt the bite of liquid thrill chasing down my throat. Is that why they call it chaser? I’ve felt hunted.
I can breathe smoke with the best of you, but it might be the worst of me. 216 more words
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If so, I’d like to work with you. I’m cheap. And I’m good. Make of that what you will. Click on the linkage if you need someone to help you revise/edit your manuscript or even single poems. 18 more words
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The Fearful Aesthetics of Space
There’s a beauty in the plains like no other, intense in its subtlety. You need an artist’s eyes, or a shaman’s, to be an apprentice of light and shadow to appreciate. 120 more words
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