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actors of imagination

Writing is acting on the page instead of the stage. But the writer is the director. Or probably the co-director. Each reader’s imagination and experience is the whole cast of actors in a production directed by the script set forth … Continue reading

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cauldron call

while wand’ring the forestbranches unfoldedrevealing the paththey couldn’t resist the door to the covenswung open before thembeckoning inwardwind whispered a word vines hung like flossesin trees with their mossesthe crew with no bossesreck’ned their losses the doorway was virtuala hole … Continue reading

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scripturient

scripturient scribblesscrawled across the pagespulled from wells within the soulsome fresh, some buried for ages as i dip the ladle inthe crockpot of my mindsometimes the soup is stockybut often the broth is thin stirring the soul-soupcould make insipid goopbut … Continue reading

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yyp

it started innocentlya little dose of yypthe resultswere plain to seetwo lines the same then the duplicitouswhole shebang yGGpthe file doubledbut be not troubledeach half’s the same but then there camethe groups like y%Pand all its friendsand then their rendsand … Continue reading

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ties that bind

poems pull me to and fro rhymes invade both poem and prose everything is wrapped in coils of code encoded poems and programmed prose both heart and mind have made me blind to what is hot and what is froze … Continue reading

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shoals moles foals

writing goals are like sandy shoals within the shallows and depths of story they offer moments to come up to the surface and survey the seas lest one become swept away by currents and tides on which distraction rides within … Continue reading

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stencil

i had a dear stencil i traced with a pencil along came curvaceous spirograph who scrawled pencil’s epitaph its strength was not tensile

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irresistible

“Only that which does not teach, which does not cry out, which does not condescend, which does not explain, is irresistible.” — W. B. Yeats

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Why do you write?

A friend recently posted a question: “Why do you write?” Here is a copy of my reply. What about you? Why do you write? When I meditate, I let go of my attachment to follow the would-be train of thoughts. … Continue reading

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quillish in quintillus

feels quite quillish in quintillus simply scribbish in sextillus words quiver through my fingers while a hint of rhyme here lingers shaking all the tree trunks in the grove of queer ideas riles up some shy skunks and squirrels, the … Continue reading

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