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For All One Knows
A man sees an old woman up ahead of him on the side of a desolate path. He is surprised to come across her, as he hasn’t seen anyone for days. By the looks of it, neither has she. She is leaning up against a tree, in the small midday shade, and even though she…
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The Bogeyman & Writer’s Block
Today I received an email newsletter entitled, “Are you SCARED to make Art?” (It’s from People I’ve Loved, makers of unique prints, paper goods, blankets, and the like. Check them out!) The body of the email contained really sensitive, genuine content about creative difficulty amidst depression. But I couldn’t shirk the joke of the subject…
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Bountiful Colors Nature’s Eye Candy (II)
Timothy F. Phillips presents five paintings in acrylic on canvas. For a look at the other works in this series, check out “Bountiful Colors Nature’s Eye Candy.” The Secret Retreat. … To unlock the rest of this post, join the Circus! Become a Member
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Bountiful Colors Nature’s Eye Candy
Timothy F. Phillips presents five paintings in acrylic on canvas. Hemmingway Corner. … To unlock the rest of this post, join the Circus! Become a Member
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A DIY Project
I pulled into the dark lot and parked along the brick wall of the once abandoned building that I now know as The Woolen Mills. On previous occasions, I had come to The Woolen Mills listening room for a few DIY shows. Do-it-yourself (DIY) shows are musical events that take place in spaces that are…
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The Chinese Lessons
People told me that my daughter was fluent in Chinese, but before we went to Beijing together I used to have to take their word for it. She had been in a Mandarin immersion program since she was three years old, but since I didn’t speak Mandarin myself, I had to be satisfied with the…
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Split Apart
Ash shall mark my forehead; my lips shall feast upon stone— Lest fragments of breath fill me up; I’ll be cold and as dusty as bone. Let wine wet my forehead, let scales seal my eyes, let my hair be tangled in name— Let life bring me verses of hearts recognized; ignited twin spirits of…
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Theo-Poetics – A Theory of the Divine
“Words are flying out like Endless rain into a paper cupThey slither while they passThey slip away across the universePools of sorrow waves of joyare drifting through my open mindPossessing and caressing me.” The Beatles Poetry is that song that lingers in our mind, that earworm that bores into your mundane thoughts. It is…
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To Moor in Greenness of Early May
You feel gratitude for taking a walk in the meadow, like a brown bee drifting, to shun the fragrance of 5G networks— for the grass blades’ tenderness and caring. For the chance to fall with pale pink petals, lie in the clearing like a drunken cork, lie there long enough that, from your nostrils, some…
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Rays of Starlight
Rays of starlight, scattered far, Come, join together in the night, A beacon for the ones who are In search of strength or hope or light. Bring a light to those who mourn, In memory of the one they lost. And comfort those whose hearts are torn, All those who in some storm are…
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we pick out our plots one afternoon
i want so badly to wither away with you to get sick and slow we were red and crying five days apart and i know you don’t want to get old but my mother says time’s hand blows soft against lovers one day our bodies will cave in and i’ll fold myself into you to…
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A Ghost Wouldn’t Say That
One moonless Friday night in October, a man and a woman on a Harley came roaring up Illinois 440 with Spalding behind them and Colby City a few miles ahead. They passed the Christmas tree farm, they passed the hog market, they made the quick little S-curve without incident even though they’d never been on…