Enjoying Life In New Ways
Poetry, Photography, haiku,
the literary asylum
Wherever I lay my pen, that's my home
my humanity in written form
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Poetry, Fiction & Photography
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Tales from the mouth of a wolf
a collection of words about my average, bog-standard life accompanied by some sub-par illustrations that depict selected moments in said life
Tales of humour, whimsy and courgettes
𝙳𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚖 𝚋𝚒𝚐! 𝙻𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚋𝚒𝚐𝚐𝚎𝚛!
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Domenic Garisto / LIFE IS NOT A REHERSAL,SO LIVE IT..if you can't be the poet, be the poem..havau22.com
One Poet's Writing Practice
My thousand lines..
A Poet's Place | Wolff Poetry Literary Magazine is Publishing Poetry Submitted by Published & Emerging Writers,
Do you have a self-enfolding universe into which you pack all that imagery in so few words on those three lines? Discomfort disappears each time I insert the last image above, below, beside the other two lines – or do I read that simple, earthen cup co-joined with the other? Simply wonderful.
Reblogged this on richwrapper and commented:
so simply complex…I actually hurt the first reading until I managed to superimpose the last somehow previously strident line over the previous two as each were read. Then: stunning.
You are right… Back to drawing bd
Now, hold on. I rather like working for my chew. Make another version: ok, but somehow this works much more, methinks, the way it is. I do not think “strident” line is the word for which I was fishing, just the one that caught my hook.
OH, oh. You are right. Read revised. Gilda Radner? comes over the line: nevermind. Well-chewed, Bruce: not I gotta go repost to FB. And here I am, chicken with blackbeansnrice (with peppers and onions) tacos done. My fertilizer spread. I will trudge through the not-snow, not-cold and winter-up, my friend.
Once again you saved my life
bole of hyper, thinkme