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Pipeline, Verse 52

Saturday morning.
The roar of the rapids as loud as the drizzle is soft.
Wanderers in slickers flick past,
fingers numb, barely looking.
Oh but you can see them, 61 more words


My Barbaric Yawp

I too am not a bit tamed—I too am untranslatable;
I sound my barbaric yawp over the roofs of the world.

Walt Whitman

I sounded my own Barbaric Yawp about fifteen years ago…For me it was a spell of making and a quay. 435 more words


The Things That Touch Us...

Some people have long ago lost sight of the things that touch them. This film and its plot, was in some ways to play out in my life, if not verbatim then close enough. 326 more words


Have You Ever Done This?

I Sound my barbaric yawp over the roofs of the world. As bloggers, I think we all do this every time we write a post. We send our words, our thoughts out over the roofs of the world. 109 more words