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Small Miracles - Haiku
Words like larynx aren't enough. You've a violin inside. Don't forget, when you say, I need you with me, breath bow-like drawn across human cords, I know. Eyes confirm it. Tears and trembling. Arms around you. Don't forget.
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Literature
Small Miracles - Haiku
Words like larynx aren't enough. You've a violin inside. Don't forget, when you say, I need you with me, breath bow-like drawn across human cords, I know. Eyes confirm it. Tears and trembling. Arms around you. Don't forget.
Featured
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Photography
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Visual Writings
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Literature
Peanut Butter and Strawberries
I suppose it was when she asked me to make her one. Somehow, peanut butter and jelly triggered it. That was when the words began to grumble and buzz. It was as if, at my wife's request for the simplest of things, my head had become some enormous talking beehive – what had been asleep and dormant just long enough for time to spoil and ruin its grander halls. Eager to restore order to the chaos, I told her I would, snatching a pencil and paper on the way to the kitchen.
I was going to write an essay. The fact that I was writing it during the su
Pros
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Literature
Hibiscus - Villanelle
Our bed is a planted field my love, lay down to sleep,
I tell her so - she reassures me she is fine,
but there is something restless in her she will keep.
The evening sky drifts as hibiscus in mid steep
and with my hand in hers we sip the wind like wine.
Our bed is a planted field my love, lay down to sleep.
She sighs, that room needs cleaning, this floor need a sweep,
I know it to, but were the house be made to shine
there still is something restless in her she will keep.
Drowsiness comes to beg us, to implore, to weep,
and see the space beside my body, like to thine?
Our bed is a planted field my love, lay down to sleep.
But still - the
Poetry
121 deviations
Literature
Fields of Murmurs
There were a few words spoken, that I couldn't understand and wouldn't dare to repeat, and suddenly he appeared beneath our feet; a little off of the base of the tree in front of us, crouched up and miserable, colored like a dark stone. At first I thought he might have been one. But his toes were moving, and he was muttering uncontrollably.
My guide pointed a finger to him and spoke, "What is your name."
We were received with nothing by scribbly mumbles the first time, and the second time the question was asked, I was just able to hear between the nonsense, "It might have been Kent."
"We are passing through Mr. Kent," said my guide, "Tell
Scripts and Other Such Things
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Literature
All we are
I've seen you here before.
Don't be alarmed - I know we do not speak
Except hello, goodbye, and how's the weather-
Charmed. My name is Jude. Ignore the dangers.
It's not as if your friends were never strangers.
But - yes, I've seen you here before.
Upon your Walmart bench - beside this
Do not enter door.
Floats like Pros, Stings like Poetry
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Literature
Prometheus Bound: and why he is tied to a rock
Ben Tecken
Theatre History
The Final Paper
11-18-11
(to readers, if this format is to hard to read, I recommend opening a word document and double spacing it yourself. It reads much better double-spaced, but I don't know how to do that on DA.)
Prometheus Bound… and why he is tied to a rock.
Looking into the present literary moment as the bubbling surface of masses and masses of work, time and history as though one were a stranger to it, one of the first things to notice is the multiple different allusions to various literary figures who have themselves fermented into ideals and symbols. A reference to someone as being a kind of
Academic Works
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