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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

Poetry

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

Personal

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

Liberation

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

How to communicate with your toddler (or "The Diaper Incident")

It’s always an exciting time when your precious toddler moves from the pre-verbal stage to the almost-verbal stage. You know, when they’re just talking up a storm but in a dialect and a language that you don’t quite understand because it doesn’t exist anywhere else in the entire universe. 344 more words

Humor

Legal Murals: The Story of the F Block

There’s a new building coming up in the GNLU ‘s pseudo-symmetrical family of blocks. Barbaric Yawp tries to find out what the hell it’s all about. 624 more words

GNLU