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The One Good Bite in the Saw-Grass Plant. A Poet in the Everglades. Drawings by Frank Duval. Proceeds of the sale benefit AIRIE. Artists in Residence in the Everglades). Contact Natural Dam Publishing. PO Box 457 - JAY, N.Y. 12941. Skimmers: A Distraction Display. Lemon Peeled the Moment Before:. New and Selected Poems 1967 -2008. Consortium Book Sales & Distribution. A Book on a Shelf. The University of Akron Press, 2007. The Stones at Callanish, Isle of Lewis. Winner 2002 Akron Prize in Poetry. The poe...
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Wyzard Ways: A TEXTING MOMENT
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He explores interior frontiers where we meet to discover possibilities of ourselves. He is in the shadows, in the sounds, in the strains of music filtering through, in the past and somewhere in a distant time to be. Tuesday, November 05, 2013. But the text offered here was a spontaneous exchange. The imagery that was created in the moment will serve as a road map to the planned experience in the Greenwich Village restaurant known as Choga. I was advised to take it slow in making changes. Offering it agai...
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Wyzard Ways: Languaging and the Worlding of the World
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He explores interior frontiers where we meet to discover possibilities of ourselves. He is in the shadows, in the sounds, in the strains of music filtering through, in the past and somewhere in a distant time to be. Sunday, November 03, 2013. Languaging and the Worlding of the World. Yes, writing takes time. And we have to take the time or time disappears, evaporates without any words to mark its passing. Just one more moment! My friend says compose something, create something to pull you through nights ...
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Wyzard Ways: December 2013
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He explores interior frontiers where we meet to discover possibilities of ourselves. He is in the shadows, in the sounds, in the strains of music filtering through, in the past and somewhere in a distant time to be. Tuesday, December 31, 2013. The Year That Was. I am not sure what should be written in this space as I know I am entering a time of existence that is not shared by everyone. I know that I have been through the worst of years and in some ways, I am passing through the best of years. This was t...
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Wyzard Ways: Piano Sings from Silent Decades of Neglect (Part II)
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He explores interior frontiers where we meet to discover possibilities of ourselves. He is in the shadows, in the sounds, in the strains of music filtering through, in the past and somewhere in a distant time to be. Tuesday, January 21, 2014. Piano Sings from Silent Decades of Neglect (Part II). The tuner used his tuning fork and started to work from the bottom register. I left the room. I knew the tuner needed some space, and I knew that the sounds coming from the piano were painful stretchings&...I was...
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Wyzard Ways: Piano Sings from Silent Decades of Neglect (Part III)
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He explores interior frontiers where we meet to discover possibilities of ourselves. He is in the shadows, in the sounds, in the strains of music filtering through, in the past and somewhere in a distant time to be. Sunday, October 12, 2014. Piano Sings from Silent Decades of Neglect (Part III). Readers are encouraged to begin with Part I:. Http:/ wyzardways.blogspot.com/2014/01/piano-sings-from-silence-of-twenty.html. But the journey back may have been even more tortuous for myself. My encounters ha...
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Wyzard Ways: January 2014
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He explores interior frontiers where we meet to discover possibilities of ourselves. He is in the shadows, in the sounds, in the strains of music filtering through, in the past and somewhere in a distant time to be. Tuesday, January 21, 2014. Piano Sings from Silent Decades of Neglect (Part II). The tuner used his tuning fork and started to work from the bottom register. I left the room. I knew the tuner needed some space, and I knew that the sounds coming from the piano were painful stretchings&...I was...
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Wyzard Ways: Breaching the Abyss
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He explores interior frontiers where we meet to discover possibilities of ourselves. He is in the shadows, in the sounds, in the strains of music filtering through, in the past and somewhere in a distant time to be. Tuesday, January 14, 2014. You broke your long silence just as I found myself in the trenches of the Abyss. The Abyss is fundamental to human experience. In some ways the Abyss exists as our terror of nothingness. The opera I had started for Second Avenue broke apart like brittle clay, but th...
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Wyzard Ways: Tales from the Abyss
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He explores interior frontiers where we meet to discover possibilities of ourselves. He is in the shadows, in the sounds, in the strains of music filtering through, in the past and somewhere in a distant time to be. Monday, January 13, 2014. Tales from the Abyss. What followed was indeed adventure and deception. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). IMPACT 2016: Collaborative Creative Process as Research. Manhattan, New York. View my complete profile. Piano Sings from Silent Decades of Neglect (Part I.
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Wyzard Ways: Setting Sail
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He explores interior frontiers where we meet to discover possibilities of ourselves. He is in the shadows, in the sounds, in the strains of music filtering through, in the past and somewhere in a distant time to be. Sunday, October 12, 2014. I seem to be starting over. But with less time. Without memory of how. I arrived at this moment. Poised to cross an Atlantic. Only the stars to guide me. How to see stars. But I suspect in some way. They still see me. Even though they have vanished. Ismene, the poet.
