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You were once wild here. Don't let them tame you. Isadora Duncan. March 18, 2016. Modern Dance, bodies in rhythm to Van Morrison, Enigma. Great in History. Strongly encouraged to publish all the. Spilling words, heartaches, confusions, anger, dreams, worries. A magic wand in a pen. Alleviate destruction. The destructive. Nursing an infant while writing essays, studying dates and names. Practicing steps in the apartment hallway. Be somebody, be. Somebody, be somebody,. Hear the beats, not beatings. An old...
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Short Stories | Ravens Among Me
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You were once wild here. Don't let them tame you. Isadora Duncan. Categotry Archives: Short Stories. May 13, 2015. 8220;The eyes of others our prisons; their thoughts our cages.” -Virginia Woolf. But enough about Superhero fantasies- there are more important things to explain. I always sat alone on the bus, usually pretending to read a comic book and praying that I could get through the ride without being harassed. I think it’s strange how the truth is right in front of so many people, and they shr...
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Interview with Artist Richard Babusci | Ravens Among Me
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You were once wild here. Don't let them tame you. Isadora Duncan. Laquo; Farewell Summer. December 6, 2014. Interview with Artist Richard Babusci. Interview with Artist Richard Babusci. 1 How did you get started as an artist? 2 What kinds of things inspire you to create your pieces? 3 Many artists are often displeased with their own work. Do you or did you ever experience this and how did you or do you deal with it? 4 Three other artists you admire? Wasily Kandinsky, Katsushika Hokusai, Mark Rothko.
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isolation | Ravens Among Me
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You were once wild here. Don't let them tame you. Isadora Duncan. February 22, 2016. Photo by: Heather Lenz. Who are you to tell me. What I need or who I am? When I am a tree, still and quiet–. Barely alive among your wreckage. You pick my fruit when I feel warm &. Leave me barren. It is always winter. When you sit on your throne in my shade. Like a winning god who fools everyone. &. You devour all that is left of me, even the sapling,. That once grew beside me. The lightning in your eyes severs my.
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loneliness | Ravens Among Me
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You were once wild here. Don't let them tame you. Isadora Duncan. March 2, 2016. I try not to listen, or remember. Each thread of you spools around my heart,. Tightly wound so that it swells. I dream. Of a rib, bruised. Mind follows; a dark speck. Against the backdrop of years. Whatever you meant to destroy, you. Succeeded. Always a shadow in your midst,. Silent and hungry. A girl on a wall, looking to. Escape the empty hours. A seagull flies above, not concerned. With its kind, or their whereabouts.
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fiction | Ravens Among Me
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You were once wild here. Don't let them tame you. Isadora Duncan. May 13, 2015. 8220;The eyes of others our prisons; their thoughts our cages.” -Virginia Woolf. But enough about Superhero fantasies- there are more important things to explain. I always sat alone on the bus, usually pretending to read a comic book and praying that I could get through the ride without being harassed. I think it’s strange how the truth is right in front of so many people, and they shrug it off and toss it away- as if i...
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The Manor Garden | Rain~Sparrow
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Creativity. Literature. Thought. Wonder. Ask Me →. May 18, 2014. The fountains are dry and the roses over. Incense of death. Your day approaches. The pears fatten like little buddhas. A blue mist is dragging the lake. You move through the era of fishes,. The smug centuries of the pig. Head , toe, and finger. Come clear of the shadow. History. Nourishes these broken flutings,. These crowns of acanthus,. And the crow settles her garments. You inherit white heather, a bee’s wing. Already yellow the heavens.
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“Belief & Technique for Modern Prose…List of Essentials” By Jack Kerouac | Rain~Sparrow
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Creativity. Literature. Thought. Wonder. If You Want to Write By Brenda Ueland →. 8220;Belief and Technique for Modern Prose…List of Essentials” By Jack Kerouac. January 2, 2014. 1 Scribbled secret notebooks, and wild typewritten pages, for yr own joy. 2 Submissive to everything, open, listening. 3 Try never get drunk outside yr own house. 4 Be in love with yr life. 5 Something that you feel will find its own form. 6 Be crazy dumbsaint of the mind. 7 Blow as deep as you want to blow. 26 Bookmovie is the ...
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Heather Lenz | Rain~Sparrow
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Creativity. Literature. Thought. Wonder. Author Archives: Heather Lenz. March 2, 2016. Years ago now- a breezy, bygone day,. Walking a city street, my hair tossing,. Feeling the beauty of my young body,. That animal friskiness triggered by spring,. I glanced admiringly at my reflection. In a storefront window, tossing my head. To watch that mirrored waving of a mane. I thought my best feature- when a young man. Coming in my direction barred my way. With great disgust, he uttered, “Vanity! March 2, 2016.
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Emily Bronte Poem | Rain~Sparrow
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Creativity. Literature. Thought. Wonder. Bad-Weather Friends →. December 6, 2014. Shall Earth no more inspire thee,. Thou lonely dreamer now? Since passion may not fire thee. Shall nature cease to bow? Thy mind is ever moving. In regions dark to thee;. Recall its useless roving-. Come back and dwell with me. I know my mountain breezes. Enchant and soothe thee still-. I know my sunshine pleases. Despite thy wayward will. When day with evening blending. Sinks from the summer sky,. I know my mighty sway-.
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