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Theater in the Moment: Exercise Three: Group e-mail haiku
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Theater in the Moment. Creating moments of theater in your daily life. Wednesday, April 30, 2008. Exercise Three: Group e-mail haiku. A couple of weeks ago, full up with spring, I wrote a haiku and sent it off to friends and family via e-mail. This fun haiku conversation resulted. (You should also know my birthday was approaching.). The buzz of bees. The bonking of beetles. The awe full smell of wisteria. Additions, transferences, spoofs, dalliances? The following haiku came in:. The buzz of bees.
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Current and Developing Works: November 2014
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Current and Developing Works. A place for word experiences. Poetry and plays by Christina Isobel. Sunday, November 2, 2014. Begin by taking each strand. And looping it around. Something in this world. Circle around a butterfly’s wing. Around the rain in the mountains. Through the river that flows towards you. The pebble on the sand. That is too small. The list goes on and on. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). More About Light Touch Theater.
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Current and Developing Works: May 2012
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Current and Developing Works. A place for word experiences. Poetry and plays by Christina Isobel. Monday, May 28, 2012. Astonishing emily dickinson poem about grief. There is a pain—so utter—. It swallows substance up—. Then covers the Abyss with Trance—. So Memory can step. Around—across—upon it—. As one within a Swoon—. Goes safely—where an open eye—. Would drop Him—Bone by Bone. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). More About Light Touch Theater. Astonishing emily dickinson poem about grief.
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Current and Developing Works: June 2013
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Current and Developing Works. A place for word experiences. Poetry and plays by Christina Isobel. Sunday, June 16, 2013. For two days now. When i look out the french doors. There is a bird. With medium brown colors-. Not a feather out of place-. Cocking his head to one side. Then the next,. Wham his feathers pouf out. Tail back and forth. Then, he turns his head to the sky. This happens over and over again. I fear he's courting the wrong bird. Wednesday, June 12, 2013. It was hot tonight.
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Current and Developing Works: October 2013
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Current and Developing Works. A place for word experiences. Poetry and plays by Christina Isobel. Wednesday, October 9, 2013. I fell to my knees when you left hon. I fell to my knees when you left babe. Your betrayal broke all my pictures. I fell to my knees when i first saw you babe. I fell to my knees when I first saw you hon. Your birth broke all my pictures. My pictures are all broken. My pictures are all broken. And i am not sure i should. Put them back together again. Terrified of all the dark.
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Current and Developing Works: March 2013
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Current and Developing Works. A place for word experiences. Poetry and plays by Christina Isobel. Sunday, March 24, 2013. The trees have put on their finest. Blossoms drip down boughs. Rippling white down creeks. Distant dots in crevasses. Swaths of swirling crimson. Each petal plumper …. On, on, on it goes—. One hill sports a wide white shawl. Undulating at its feet. Branches of flowers vased. In living rooms, kitchens, bedrooms, desks—. San Francisco signs imploring not to cut—. Alluring my nose….
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Current and Developing Works: WEAVE YOUR SORROW
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Current and Developing Works. A place for word experiences. Poetry and plays by Christina Isobel. Sunday, November 2, 2014. Begin by taking each strand. And looping it around. Something in this world. Circle around a butterfly’s wing. Around the rain in the mountains. Through the river that flows towards you. The pebble on the sand. That is too small. The list goes on and on. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). More About Light Touch Theater.
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Current and Developing Works: June 2014
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Current and Developing Works. A place for word experiences. Poetry and plays by Christina Isobel. Saturday, June 21, 2014. Have you seen the light. Shining through the gull’s wing. This must be an angel. It pelts through the sky. Zig zagging its wings. Catching the wind in. An up draft,. Is a high pitched screek:. It hurts your ears. What do they do. Out in the blue. Not to come down. 8220;Cept to fight and to fish:. Right from a beak. I guess they’re. With their beauty, their troubles. Hi — Low.
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Current and Developing Works: December 2013
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Current and Developing Works. A place for word experiences. Poetry and plays by Christina Isobel. Sunday, December 8, 2013. I CAN HOLD ON TO THE PAIN. I CAN OPEN MY HAND. And experience the free fall. Smush up into my heart. I will land,. Labels: healing emotional pain. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). More About Light Touch Theater. At last, "SKELETON WOMAN", my play, appears as a book. You can purchase it through Lulu.
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Current and Developing Works: OUTCOME
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Current and Developing Works. A place for word experiences. Poetry and plays by Christina Isobel. Saturday, June 21, 2014. I breathe with the wind on the bay. Dragging in a great dragon. Of fog from under the bridge. It’s tail disappears around Alcatraz. Horns herald its coming. Hi — Low. There is an inevitability of. It moves with a constancy. Little known in this world. I expect it to blanket. But it does not happen. It does not build upon itself. It does not gather a force. We do not always know.