| A bronze-age horseman wanders west across a mysterious and unexplored Europe, encountering a grove of trees that tells the future and a people who talk like birds. Narrative Poem. |
| A bronze-age horseman wanders west across a mysterious and unexplored Europe, encountering a grove of trees that tells the future and a people who talk like birds. Narrative Poem. |


oh, not literally, you dolt.there is a windchime in my bedroom whose beaded horse gallops south, toward the wars of the equator and below. if that isnt enough, the brave yet antiquated professor folds the edges of the earth neatly into a napkin.oh, not literally, you dolt.
i no longer write condensed poetry for your soup labels, your cheery greeting cards. boxes shaped like the moon dont exist without lids; whos trying to pack up my moon, what i want to know. take your paper bags, young conqueror. its been a mess here before.
two weeks i was away and return to find the tops of my hands painte


July 09 HaikuthonI. hop, hop, poke-tug garden worm young are fedJuly 09 Haikuthon
II earth sparkling... icy boughs greet the ground
III hen hustle bustle roadside rodeo- wild turkey chicks
IV venous wings, flit-flit-snatch
deer-fly snack... dragonfly
V flat-faced, bulgy-eyed galloping dishrag ankle biting dog
VI writhing walkway littered bodies- ant war
VII black tide blinding swirl of white December squall
VIII rearing up wings full span &nbs


Song of PassageTo thrive, be loved, held dear - our song Hearts fondly held by those blood bound From youth yea, babes do sing along In helpless seasons, caring found Yet toddler years were soon to end - Then trials with tears come drawing near To cloud fair child with sinking doubts Few weeks would pass but sorrows send Grim days which strife had stabbed by fear And nights impaled with combat shoutsSong of Passage
When passing through the cast of days Sweet peace, its blissful presence sought Though seeming few they brew bright praise With echoes of dear melodies caught  
| Some All Time Favorites: Collected Fictions Jorge Luis Borges translated by Andrew Hurley. - The complete short stories of Argentine master of magical realism and literary surrealism. ***** Momo Michael Ende - Also run as The Grey Gentlemen, this is perhaps the best work of mild fantasy I've ever read, and is wholly accessible by a vast range of ages. A remarkable orphan who has named herself "Momo" confronts the mysterious Time Theives who are slowly taking every joy from her life. ***** Let the Right One In John Ajvide Lindqvist translated by Ebba Segerberg. - A rare case where a great novel made an even greater film. While it doesn't avoid every pitfall and cliche of vampire fiction, it does a damn good job. **** Recently Read: The Enchantress of Florence Salman Rushdie Rushdie is like the bastard child of G. Garcia Marquez and Jorge Luis Borges, save that he speaks English doesn't write quite as well as either. **** One Richard Bach It pains me to see my own conception of the universe embodied in a somewhat less-than-stellar book. *** Reading Now: The Satanic Verses Salman Rushdie Reading Next: The Zahir Paulo Coelho |
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Himanshu Khagta
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I know my works are often little more than witticisms, but that they interest someone who delves into more serious work is humbling to me.
Mark Pearce
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You don't have to read a book on fat rabbits
To be a fat rabbit.
Somehow I missed that it was yourself that had won the "Epic Poetry" contest. Wonderful work of persistance.
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People are Important - Goals much less
When we stop learning we have begun to die - Shamelessly Purloined
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Thank you.
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Lifes too short to drink bad wine (stolen from a fridge magnet)
it's been a while (:
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let's play a game called you pretend i am an actual poet
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let's play a game called you pretend i am an actual poet
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