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poetactics: Of Wyrms and Women pt. 3

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A discussion of poetry, its tactics, its antics in attics, the acts, the tics, the poetics. An attempt to negotiate with text. Saturday, March 12, 2011. Of Wyrms and Women pt. 3. She stood in front of her parents. Her hands clasped, her eyes cast downwards. Her bearded father reached for a small cloth bundle on the table beside him. He unwrapped it to reveal a shining necklace torc of simple design. 8220;We thought it was time for you to have this,” her mother said. 8220;Yes, Father.”. 8220;Whose is that?

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poetactics: Of Wyrms and Women pt. 7

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A discussion of poetry, its tactics, its antics in attics, the acts, the tics, the poetics. An attempt to negotiate with text. Friday, May 6, 2011. Of Wyrms and Women pt. 7. As soon as Tia cleared the line of customers, she came to join me. I tell her to forget it. She tries to press me a little. I shrug. 8220;Did you have fun Saturday? 8220;Thanks for inviting me.”. 8220;Sure, I’ll let you know when we do it again. I have to remember to keep it down next time.”. 8220;Did a neighbour complain? Tia finish...

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poetactics: Of Wyrms and Women pt. 4

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A discussion of poetry, its tactics, its antics in attics, the acts, the tics, the poetics. An attempt to negotiate with text. Saturday, March 19, 2011. Of Wyrms and Women pt. 4. My mother hates my job. When I told her I got work as a custodian, she was silent. I thought I’d lost the phone connection. Eventually, she asked “Why don’t you go back to school? 8221; She was thinking why don’t you get a real job? Of wyrms and women. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). View my complete profile.

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poetactics: Of Wyrms and Women pt 14

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A discussion of poetry, its tactics, its antics in attics, the acts, the tics, the poetics. An attempt to negotiate with text. Friday, September 9, 2011. Of Wyrms and Women pt 14. I jolt awake and take a deep, gasping breath. 8220;Are you okay? 8221; Tia is beside me. I can’t see her face in the dark. Of wyrms and women. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). View my complete profile. Claire Lacey's books on Goodreads. Ratings: 1 (avg rating 5.00). There was an error in this gadget. Of Wyrms and Women pt 15.

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poetactics: To release a book

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A discussion of poetry, its tactics, its antics in attics, the acts, the tics, the poetics. An attempt to negotiate with text. Saturday, December 14, 2013. To release a book. Having a book out in the world is strange. I understand fully now why they call it a release - the knot in my brain where the text lived let go like a massaged muscle. That's it, no more changes, it's done for real. In some ways, I can let it go and move on. At least, I keep telling myself that. The team at Invisible does great work.

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poetactics: Of Wyrms and Women pt. 8

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A discussion of poetry, its tactics, its antics in attics, the acts, the tics, the poetics. An attempt to negotiate with text. Sunday, May 22, 2011. Of Wyrms and Women pt. 8. After I dropped out of university, I sat at home for three years. My mother was patient, at first. She’d come into my room and bustle. She’d dust my bookshelf, rearrange the little china horses on my windowsill, pick the laundry off my floor. “Could you get that, Sam? Eventually, my mother moved the computer out of my room, hoping I...

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poetactics: Of Wyrms and Women pt. 2

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A discussion of poetry, its tactics, its antics in attics, the acts, the tics, the poetics. An attempt to negotiate with text. Thursday, March 3, 2011. Of Wyrms and Women pt. 2. Standing on a rooftop, blue undies front and center. I can guess: a conformist, a nobody. Suddenly, the barista pulls out a chair, and sits at my table. 8220;Hey, you.”. 8220;Um, hi.” I fidget with my cup. 8220;I see you in here a lot.”. 8220;Yeah.”. 8220;Want to come to a little party? 8220;I’m kidding.”. 8220;Oh.”. 8221; 
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poetactics: Of Wyrms and Women pt. 9

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A discussion of poetry, its tactics, its antics in attics, the acts, the tics, the poetics. An attempt to negotiate with text. Thursday, June 9, 2011. Of Wyrms and Women pt. 9. 8220;Where was she from? 8221; Tia asks. I finally let her read what I’ve written thus far. It’s not much, just a few character sketches, really, a couple of disconnected short scenes. I need to do more research. Before I can progress. 8220;England, I think.”. 8220;So she would have sailed to where, Denmark? 8220;Okay, I’ll ...

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poetactics: Recent Reads

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A discussion of poetry, its tactics, its antics in attics, the acts, the tics, the poetics. An attempt to negotiate with text. Tuesday, September 3, 2013. Lately I've found that variety is the key to healthy reading. With that in mind, here are a few recent favourites:. Fur(l) parachute - Shannon Maguire. The Jesus Year - Jani Krulc. The Magicians, The Magician King - Lev Grossman. It would get messy, and they'd bring a hell of a lot of angst to the table). The Book Thief - Markus Zusak. Historical ficti...

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poetactics: Of Wyrms and Women pt. 6

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A discussion of poetry, its tactics, its antics in attics, the acts, the tics, the poetics. An attempt to negotiate with text. Monday, April 25, 2011. Of Wyrms and Women pt. 6. Tia said not to worry, but I don’t want to show up empty-handed, so I bring a bottle of pinot noir. I arrive at The Lair, and Tia takes the wine “Sam, right? Tia leads me to a couple of chairs and we sit down. 8220;What do you write? 8220;I, uh, guess stories. A history.”
. 8220;How did you know I was a writer? 8220;Sam.”. 8220;Ni...