Originally posted on Persephone Knits:
Here is a game to play with poetry. The trick is to not read more than the first two lines of a famous poem, and then you try and write the next lines. Make no mistake, it’s generally awful, but it’s fun to do! So, get out a piece of…
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Originally posted on Rocks & Trees:
I am the phoenix. I am the thunderbird. I am She who is renewed by the fire The pain of being burned to ashes Is the price of dismemberment Flames burn off the dross I will rise Purified Strong Whole Claws…
Originally posted on GroovyHistorian:
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Originally posted on BRIDGET WHELAN writer:
I’m back on Brighton beach again, teaching in a tiny art gallery with a great atmosphere. This time I’m running a life writing course that starts on Monday July 3rd. Numbers will be limited to a maximum of eight and, although it’s only three weeks long, we should get…
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Originally posted on Ceraunia:
It’s been a while since I’ve written anything here but I’ve been pretty much on pause , thinking about objects in landscape, how we react and interact to them, how we hang and project memories and concepts onto them, how we enculture them. In my last post I introduced the idea…
Originally posted on radical eyes for equity:
Disturbance at the Heron House A stampede at the monument To liberty and honor under the honor roll “Disturbance At The Heron House,” R.E.M. “And on the pedestal, these words appear: My name is Ozymandias, King of Kings; Look on my Works, ye Mighty, and despair!” “Ozymandias,” Percy Bysshe…
Originally posted on I'm Fine:
Do you ever find yourself so full of thoughts, so full of questions? Grief for me has become this place of unknowing. I always knew I would lose my mother if her life didn’t change, yet I never knew how I would lose her or the way it would…
