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View From The Northern Wall: Lover's Anxiety - A Magpie Tale
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View From The Northern Wall. Sunday, August 2, 2015. Lover's Anxiety - A Magpie Tale. This image of a sprite asleep in a forest nest was chosen by Tess for this week's Magpie Tale. Click on the link to find the contributor list. I caught you sleeping,. Mid-dream I suspect, sweetie,. And in your green nest,. Calling for me to join you. My front to your back. If only I could. Figure how to silently. And feather light do. Thing keeping you from waking. 8206;August 2, 2015 6:44 AM. August 2, 2015 at 8:37 AM.
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View From The Northern Wall: Watts - Three Word Wednesday
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View From The Northern Wall. Wednesday, July 22, 2015. Watts - Three Word Wednesday. In this week's post Thom offers us the following prompt:. Metallic; Optimal; Polished. Click on this link. To find the contributor list. With the metallic sunshine. And the sullen heat. So burnt the deep shade blue got. Up and walked away? Stopped flying, confused from heat. Dish even though we. Wished to help them through the spell? Shelves and what we lost. And how we yearned for winter? Here we are again,. Think my mo...
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View From The Northern Wall: Stella - Three Word Wednesday
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View From The Northern Wall. Wednesday, July 15, 2015. Stella - Three Word Wednesday. Written for Three Word Wednesday. Check out the creativity of all the other participants using the links you find there. This portrait is true except she is a happy dog, neither dark inside nor lonely. She does find me boring. I am sure of that. Also, while this image is a good likeness, it is not of Stella. Neither image is actually of Stella but both capture something of her mien. Stella, The Half Irish Wolfhound.
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View From The Northern Wall: You Have Changed Me
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View From The Northern Wall. Friday, July 10, 2015. You Have Changed Me. It is my long fate. And I have not tried to run). To find your bright fire. I now invoke all. Songs, I now call all long drums. To the central ring. It is time, this time. Stripping the nonsense away. Once, once and for all. 8206;January 14, 2011 9:18 PM. July 11, 2015 at 3:16 AM. The chicken crossed the road. Thats poultry in motion. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). The View From The Northern Wall. Oregon City, Oregon. Mechani...
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View From The Northern Wall: Telling The Truth
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View From The Northern Wall. Tuesday, August 4, 2015. Who is talking now? Which one of you all said that? Putting me in blinds. On both eyes, leaving. One ear unstopped then jumping. All over the place -. Effects to cover your voice,. Well, it worked, damn it. Me sent to Guantanamo? Sleeping in bright light, exposed. But oh, no one will? All because you say I pump. Hot air in my truth. Oh man, I never! Well, I say hardly ever. At least not this time. 8206;May 27, 2014 1:43 PM. August 4, 2015 at 1:39 PM.
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View From The Northern Wall: The Scene of the Crime - A Magpie Tale
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View From The Northern Wall. Sunday, July 26, 2015. The Scene of the Crime - A Magpie Tale. Image chosen by Tess for today's Magpie Tale, Mag 280. Click on the link to see other responses to this image of a face down metallic giant. By the looks of things this summer is a busy one since there are not so many contributors this morning. The Scene of the Crime. The gray of fallen. Things seems leached from the lead sky. And washed by the rain,. The gated river beyond dreams. Themselves sucked and parched,.
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View From The Northern Wall: Rule For Shape Shifting
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View From The Northern Wall. Thursday, July 30, 2015. Rule For Shape Shifting. On the quick reform. From human to beast it is. Only for food if. You don't want to get sicker,. Go rogue, surreal,. End up bad, hunted,. Chased into a corner, treed. 8206;January 19, 2011 2:21 PM. August 1, 2015 at 7:30 PM. Love the poem, chris, (thats a great set of images, btw) and the photo. those kittens mean business. August 1, 2015 at 8:04 PM. August 4, 2015 at 1:26 PM. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Think my moth...
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View From The Northern Wall: Inner Heat
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View From The Northern Wall. Monday, July 20, 2015. In my molten heart,. Bright colors, bright intentions,. Do you feel them rise. In five beat rhythm,. In seven beat counterpoint. Reaching to ripe smoke,. To the sulphur shaped. Red hot stink of truth, to ash. Smeared across my brow? January 20, 2011 11:30 AM. The chicken crossed the road. Thats poultry in motion. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). The View From The Northern Wall. Though in current Dutch it mainly means. Oregon City, Oregon. Mechanical ...
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View From The Northern Wall: How Some Dogs Must Feel - Collaboration
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View From The Northern Wall. Tuesday, July 21, 2015. How Some Dogs Must Feel - Collaboration. This poem was written spinning off the first line in Irene Toh's poem Rouge. How Some Dogs Must Feel. How she sought me out. I will never know for sure. Because I see how. Her eyes dart sideways,. Then to the ceiling before. She speaks some glib rhyme. Something creaks up there rather. After that she looks at me,. Back I should say at. Me cringing as if a blow. Soon will box my ears. August 4, 2015 at 2:23 PM.
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View From The Northern Wall: The End Of Things
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View From The Northern Wall. Friday, July 17, 2015. The End Of Things. Lord Byron on his death bed. That I shall die is a primary question. Meant to be asked. Meant to be lived. And the answer still remains absurd. No matter how I ask,. No matter how you cry. 8206;January 20, 2011 6:29 AM. The chicken crossed the road. Thats poultry in motion. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). The View From The Northern Wall. Though in current Dutch it mainly means. Oregon City, Oregon. Mechanical designer for indust...
