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lullin’. | syllable smith
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Rattling bones, spoken word, and deadbeat koans. There’s no one around, so i don’t make sound. Decisions that pay in the most awful of ways. Gravity reeks though theres no ground beneath me. By mathyewsmith on August 14, 2013. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:. Address never made public). You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. ( Log Out. You are commenting using your Twitter account. ( Log Out.
la sola | syllable smith
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Rattling bones, spoken word, and deadbeat koans. I’ve been building pillars behind me. Colonnade in the shade seasons covering leaves. I had looked back in awe, but with no clarity. Focus my drink, your water’s clear to me. Of all i think the most that i speak is of our sleep is of our dream. Upon a pillow pool ’bout my head gravity swell. Want to pull you along draw. The words from the well. The things i’ve been savin’. Didn’t know how to tell. I’ve been building pillars behind me.
coat. | syllable smith
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Rattling bones, spoken word, and deadbeat koans. Side, no time. abide no sight, negating of the notion that it might add up to might. May-be. if I sleep a-lot. But I cannot lie. so I hang from what I’ve got. No straight. back done bent, too late to replace. My many steps. trying not to count as I don’t know how many’s left. I wake up slow. Don’t know where I am, already someplace I’ve got to go. Ain’t here, ain’t home. I used to feel it better, lost the metal in the bones. By mathyewsmith on May 13, 2014.
seal | syllable smith
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Rattling bones, spoken word, and deadbeat koans. A fitful and paranoid dream. By mathyewsmith on April 1, 2014. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:. Address never made public). You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. ( Log Out. You are commenting using your Twitter account. ( Log Out. You are commenting using your Facebook account. ( Log Out. You are commenting using your Google account. ( Log Out.
Mylon. | syllable smith
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Rattling bones, spoken word, and deadbeat koans. Like the cut of your jaw. Seek a hold and pull me ‘hind the curtain of the falls. I wasn’t/invited/for dinner. Which doesn’t quell my hunger’n somehow makes it bigger. By mathyewsmith on April 24, 2014. Posted in cluster folk. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:. Address never made public). You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. ( Log Out.
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Death by Tacos | the poetry diet
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Maple Butter Pecan Mousse Parfaits. January 22, 2011 · 12:18 am. In poems, the line of demarcatión. That separates refined aesthete from cretin. Is that above which there can be no tacos, one. Does not eat tacos, tacos will not be eaten,. But, fastened to a dying animal,. You’re made of taco, fear you are it, a metrist. Whose range transcends not taco, a shell. Of a man, a maize, a latterday taco belle lettrist,. Until you cant the old sombrero for. A well-deserved siesta, the dingaling. Contains 69 post...
Don’t Panic! Easy Pesto Pasta Bake | the poetry diet
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Simple Plum Applesauce →. March 14, 2011 · 10:14 am. Easy Pesto Pasta Bake. Because this entry’s poem is quite lengthy and the piece exists in chapbook form online, I have included only the food-related quote below and invite you to read the full version by clicking here. Click on the book cover, and you can then view it in full screen and navigate through each page. ). A PANIC THAT CAN STILL COME UPON ME. 8220;If our wishes are met with dirt. And thyme, thistle, oil,. Heirloom, and basil”. 1 Precook pas...
Simple Plum Applesauce | the poetry diet
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Easy Pesto Pasta Bake. March 30, 2011 · 1:15 pm. THIS IS JUST TO SAY. By William Carlos Williams. William Carlos Williams is a master of minimalist poetry, and “This Is Just To Say” is a prime example. Every word in this poem is critical; there is no time or space allotted for extraneous rambling. Even the title functions as a necessary and integrated part of the whole. I feel like Williams is fully aware of this and doesn’t care! Plum applesauce that turned out surprisingly delicious. 1 Chop up plums an...
SUPERmarket Salad | the poetry diet
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Strawberry Cream Cheese Tarts. Easy Pesto Pasta Bake →. February 24, 2011 · 1:01 am. A SUPERMARKET IN CALIFORNIA. What thoughts I have of you tonight Walt Whitman, for I walked down the sidestreets under the trees with a headache self-conscious looking at the full moon. In my hungry fatigue, and shopping for images, I went into the neon fruit supermarket, dreaming of your enumerations! What peaches and what penumbras! Whole families shopping at night! Aisles full of husbands! Are you my Angel? Will we st...
Handwoven Pretzels! | the poetry diet
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May 25, 2011 · 11:26 pm. THE GREEN STAMP BOOK. Child in the thick of yearning. Doll carted and pushed. Like child. The aisles purport opportunities. Looking up, the woman’s chins, the straight rows. Of peas and pretzels, Fizzies’ foils, hermetic. Boxes no one knows. I’ll get it! Bendy straws, powder blue pack Blackjack gum. Will this child fix upon? On TV, women with grocery carts. Careen down aisles to find expensive stuff. Mostly,. This means meat. This, then, is a life. This, a life. Because so much i...
the poetry diet | eating their words | Page 2
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Newer posts →. January 18, 2011 · 2:04 pm. Maple Butter Pecan Mousse Parfaits. Glints in sunset; convicts rest. Like lizards on rocks. Is stingy, at 3 am. His songs drop like plum. Morning sun slants cell. Drunks stagger like cripple flies. To write a blues song. Is to regiment riots. And pluck gems from graves. A bare pecan tree. Slips a pencil shadow down. A moonlit snow slope. The falling snow flakes. Cannot blunt the hard aches nor. Match the steel stillness. A tall boy flashes knife and. 8221; was R...
Strawberry Cream Cheese Tarts | the poetry diet
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SUPERmarket Salad →. February 14, 2011 · 8:52 pm. Strawberry Cream Cheese Tarts. It’s Valentine’s Day, and somehow this gives me the excuse to break the rules that I had previously set for The Poetry Diet. This week I didn’t find a poem featuring a food to use as inspiration for a recipe. I knew that I wanted to attempt some sort of heart-shaped strawberry tarts, so I did…but first, here’s one of my favorite love poems. ]. THE SUN NEVER SAYS. By Hafiz (as translated by Daniel Ladinsky). Combine flour and...
Little Effie’s Gingerbread Pancakes | the poetry diet
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Dickinson Introduces the Diet. Maple Butter Pecan Mousse Parfaits →. January 12, 2011 · 4:29 pm. Little Effie’s Gingerbread Pancakes. Here is little Effie’s head]. By e e. cummings. Here is little Effie’s head. Whose brains are made of gingerbread. When the judgment day comes. God will find six crumbs. Stooping by the coffinlid. Waiting for something to rise. As the other somethings did. You imagine His surprise. Bellowing through the general noise. Where is Effie who was dead? To God in a tiny voice,.
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Syllablesandconsonants
Thursday, August 27, 2009. I know you like poetry, so heres mine. The world let me down,. My friends they didn't care,. My true love abscorned,. With my heart and care. Even when she gave signs,. Love me she did not. All she did was leave me,. For a fucker not as hot. Yes I used to be a victim,. So sad and so poor,. Played but remained true,. So exactly like you. Yet let me point out the difference,. Of me and of you,. Actually there is none to speak of,. We both don't pay our dues. When we hurt another,.
Syllable: A Reading Series
Syllable: A Reading Series. Announcing Winter, Spring and Summer Syllable Dates & Themes! This holiday season we’re giving you the gift of planning ahead. This is the year you banish your excuses and submit to Syllable. Here are all of our dates and themes for Syllable 2015. (The first half, anyway.) All will be held at Hartford Prints! Jan 28– Argument. Feb 25– Beauty. Go put these dates in your calendar. Now, get writing! Announcing our Fall Dates & Themes! All the conference details are below! Come se...
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Phonological and Phonemic Awareness. Cogmed Working Memory Training. About Syllables Learning Center. Signs and Symptoms of Dyslexia. Tools to Use at Home. Phonological and Phonemic Awareness. Cogmed Working Memory Training. About Syllables Learning Center. Signs and Symptoms of Dyslexia. Tools to Use at Home. One-On-One Tutoring and Online Teletherapy Worldwide. Would you like to know what's going on inside your child's brain? Reading, writing, and spelling don't come naturally to all students. Our ...
syllable smith | rattling bones, spoken word, & deadbeat koans.
Rattling bones, spoken word, and deadbeat koans. Bull;June 23, 2014 • 1 Comment. I let the dog sleep in the bed. It kindly curbs my loneliness. Every time i wake. Don’t have to open eye, to take-. In shiver’n a loan. hold my arms. Close so they don’t fall to the cold. In the sheets and in my bones. But i start to lose the words, or the energy to say,. When i am bound to sleep at all if light ever leaves day. Then i just thrash and howl. Whether a moon’s about:. Why am i alone? When i pinpoint my home.
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Syllables of Silver Sinnamon Sticks
Syllables of Silver Sinnamon Sticks. Friday, May 05, 2006. Coming soon: Ocean Shores and Wallace Falls. Posted by seasha at 11:09 PM. Friday, January 20, 2006. Who has it allowed rest? Posted by seasha at 10:17 AM. Tuesday, January 17, 2006. Poetic moment on Orcas:. Fulness covering the quickening. Beds where shadows go, music, transparent. Dawns draped across the uneasyness,. They mold new statues in the place of patterns. Here, listening for what the. Archipelego of desires really means when. For my pa...
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Syllables Of Time
Cambio and Abbandono del Claim. Tue, Feb. 4th, 2014 10:15 am. Fullmetal Alchemist RoyMustang/Jean Havoc - 7/7. For some day our ocean / Will find its shore. 7 Till human voices wake us. Slash - linguaggio un po' colorito, ma giusto un po'. Questi personaggi non mi appartengono ma sono proprietà di Hiromu Arakawa che ne detiene ogni diritto. Non ho la pretesa di guadagnarci se non in fantasia. For some day our ocean / Will find its shore. Fma: roy mustang/jean havoc. Thu, Nov. 21st, 2013 09:54 pm. Doctor ...
Syllable Soup
A hodge podge of opinions, thoughts, and a few bon mots (In other words, it's about everything in general and nothing in particular- heavily seasoned with humor). Saturday, October 29, 2011. That's the word my daughter used when she posted this photo on facebook today. It's the view from her NYC apartment window. Another savory word for my syllable soup. Links to this post. Friday, October 21, 2011. Woman allegedly beaten with frozen armadillo. Here's some more armadillo. Links to this post. My ob/gyn th...
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Of Syllables and Syllabubs | musings on life, the universe, and everything
Of Syllables and Syllabubs. Musings on life, the universe, and everything. December 9, 2011. 8220;There’s a mouse in the house, get it out! My late uncle Gerald had that old Richmond/Tidewater accent that is slowly fading away in which “ou” sounds are pronounced more like the Canadians do. I don’t know if he ever actually uttered that phrase, but my dad uses it when story-telling about adventures had in Richmond in the late ’60s, mimicking the accent. Right behind my comfy spot! Posted in House and Home.
