the tenth muse
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
3 months, 3 weeks ago
Spiegelfassade - Unwrapping the Parcel
I too am not a bit tamed—I too am untranslatable;
I sound my barbaric yawp over the roofs of the world.
I sounded my own Barbaric Yawp about fifteen years ago…For me it was a spell of making and a quay. 435 more words
5 months, 1 week ago
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
6 months ago
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
8 months, 3 weeks ago