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*Mnemosyne*: Douglas C Pugh's Feature Links
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Saturday, September 12, 2009. Douglas C Pugh's Feature Links. Intro / Poem: "The Cricket's Song" / Bio. Short Story: "Man Reflected" / Painting: "With Love". Word Prompt Poems: "Bobcat," "Morte Author," and "Word Play" / Painting: "The Gift". Poem: "I Wandered Lonely as a Pride of Sheep" / Painting: "Moon Milk". Short Story: "A Walk in the Park" / Painting: "marche aux saisons". Painting: "july 30th" / 14 Interview Questions. Find Doug elsewhere on the net:. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom).
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*Mnemosyne*: Carlton Smith's Feature Links
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Saturday, September 19, 2009. Carlton Smith's Feature Links. Intro / Poem: "Illusion" / Bio. Poem: "Daytime Cigarette" / Interview Question: " Who are your favorite writers/poets? Poem: "A Beautiful Lie" / Interview Question: "Tell us something not many people may know about you.". Poem: "Smitten" / Interview Question: " How do you think your poetry/writing impacts the lives of other? Poem: "A Fallen Saint" / Interview Question: "What advice would you give beginning poets/writers? Charles C Brooks III.
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My Poetry: dreams to spare
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Each mortal thing does one thing and the same: Deals out that being indoors each one dwells; Selves - goes itself; myself it speaks and spells, Crying "What I do is me: for that I came." G.M. Hopkins. Wednesday, February 06, 2013. And, like this insubstantial pageant faded, Leave not a rack behind. We are such stuff As dreams are made on, and our little life. Is rounded with a sleep .". The Tempest IV,i. Of course it's 'normal',. Part of the 'process'. But after 2 1/2 years, or. 30ish months, or. All the...
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My Poetry: February 2013
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Each mortal thing does one thing and the same: Deals out that being indoors each one dwells; Selves - goes itself; myself it speaks and spells, Crying "What I do is me: for that I came." G.M. Hopkins. Wednesday, February 06, 2013. And, like this insubstantial pageant faded, Leave not a rack behind. We are such stuff As dreams are made on, and our little life. Is rounded with a sleep .". The Tempest IV,i. Of course it's 'normal',. Part of the 'process'. But after 2 1/2 years, or. 30ish months, or. All the...
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My Poetry: opening
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Each mortal thing does one thing and the same: Deals out that being indoors each one dwells; Selves - goes itself; myself it speaks and spells, Crying "What I do is me: for that I came." G.M. Hopkins. Thursday, May 08, 2014. My coffee has cooled from the breeze that also makes the willow wisps sway and dance. The very first tiny lilac flower has opened, much like a sleepy child awakening from a nap on a picnic blanket on a warm day. I would sit in this moment, and I never need another thing.
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My Poetry: where's a musician when you need one
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Each mortal thing does one thing and the same: Deals out that being indoors each one dwells; Selves - goes itself; myself it speaks and spells, Crying "What I do is me: for that I came." G.M. Hopkins. Monday, October 22, 2012. Where's a musician when you need one. I think it's worse when they are kind, when they are friendly, when they "let you down easy". When they offer a real promise of friendship. Or worse yet, when friendship was all they ever wanted. Sometimes a handshake is just a handshake. This ...
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My Poetry: acorn
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Each mortal thing does one thing and the same: Deals out that being indoors each one dwells; Selves - goes itself; myself it speaks and spells, Crying "What I do is me: for that I came." G.M. Hopkins. Friday, March 22, 2013. And rest our heads,. Here I am unwound,. Your lover, and. Here our hands unclasp. And now I bid you leave. And in my hand, one acorn. That you will never see. Friday, March 22, 2013. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). I take so many pictures. This is where I write.
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My Poetry: July 2015
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Each mortal thing does one thing and the same: Deals out that being indoors each one dwells; Selves - goes itself; myself it speaks and spells, Crying "What I do is me: for that I came." G.M. Hopkins. Tuesday, July 21, 2015. I read Neruda with you. Worthy of your untamed mouth,. Holding the deep night's velvet,. Your hands, impossible. I woke with you. Draped, and then. Opened to cold solitude,. By dawn’s orange fingers. Your touch fleeing on chaste butterfly wings. My love, a transparent child,. Picture...