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Poetic Justice: July 2015
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Slave to the Word. Saturday, July 25, 2015. 8220;You see this knife, Princess. Take a good, hard look at how shiny and hungry the blade is. Do whatever you need to do so the image is engrained in your head, because if you don’t quit stalling I’m going to feed it right here! Now, pick up the backpack and move”, he snarled. 8220;My boyfriend just went out for soda…he’ll be back any moment. If you leave right now, I swear I’ll never breathe a word about any of this.”. Is that even possible? 8220;I do rather...
Poetic Justice: August 2013
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Slave to the Word. Sunday, August 4, 2013. Thought of the Day. Time is a curious thing—referred to as marching on, slipping away, or standing still. How can something as omnipresent do any of the above without our notice? Links to this post. Friday, August 2, 2013. Thought of the Day. Neglect is neither purposeful nor rooted in malice when it comes to pursuing your own course in life, but also there exists no lesser degree of negligence for when old friendships get left behind. Links to this post.
Poetic Justice: August 2015
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Slave to the Word. Sunday, August 2, 2015. Culpability for the broken and wandering souls he left behind. 8220;Take one to your Uncle Randy, Sweetie. He looks like someone drove a railroad spike into his 8 penny diameter asshole! Holding up my hand I waived the toddler off. “No thanks, Darlin’. Your mommy probably forgot that I don’t drink any longer, but her potty-mouth is like American Express—never leaves home without it. Come sit on your uncle’s lap a minute ...Mom ran interference by stepping in the...
Poetic Justice: November 2013
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Slave to the Word. Saturday, November 9, 2013. Thought of the Day. All days are not created equal. While considering the trappings of the day, decent is the best I can come up with. I pause to glance over my shoulder at the setting sun, awed by the way it nestles into place among the bank of clouds on the horizon. Taking a deep breath, I tuck decent in the hip pocket of my jeans and walk steadily and confidently toward tomorrow. Links to this post. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). Whispers In The Wind.
Poetic Justice: Rudy
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Slave to the Word. Sunday, August 2, 2015. Culpability for the broken and wandering souls he left behind. 8220;Take one to your Uncle Randy, Sweetie. He looks like someone drove a railroad spike into his 8 penny diameter asshole! Holding up my hand I waived the toddler off. “No thanks, Darlin’. Your mommy probably forgot that I don’t drink any longer, but her potty-mouth is like American Express—never leaves home without it. Come sit on your uncle’s lap a minute ...Mom ran interference by stepping in the...
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hfurness: Poetry and Comments: September 2008
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Hfurness: Poetry and Comments. Tuesday, September 30, 2008. I had drifted away from the green and lush river district. Wandering around on the savannas. I became as parched and the dry, late summer, thrice-browned grasses. My tongue, so dry and swollen, stuck to the roof of my mouth. Desiccated lips drawn together and fused. As if my teeth were wired shut. Even my eyes became so moistureless that the lids fused together. I traveled on only feeling the heat of the sun. The deep base profundo of the earth.
hfurness: Poetry and Comments: October 2008
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Hfurness: Poetry and Comments. Friday, October 24, 2008. An Ancient Tale #135 (part 3). It had been rainy and lonely those first few nights. With only some cold grains to eat. Chasing him out with stones. Sending him out of the walls into the wilderness. Bidding him to never return. Driven out like that first couple from their maternal grounds. Uris felt that the people had stolen the fire from him. He had stayed angry. On the fourth sunrise as his wounds healed,. With the water from his skin. Uris knew ...
hfurness: Poetry and Comments: An Ancient Tale #135 (part 1)
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Hfurness: Poetry and Comments. Friday, October 17, 2008. An Ancient Tale #135 (part 1). The first time the men took me into the circle of fire and. I heard the full tale of the hero, the Gil. I was 48 seasons or 12 anos. Smooth faced and just beginning to learn the hunt. The full gray beards sat closest to the red leaping flames. And told about time before history. The circle of fire was the night time circle of time. The straight tall polls arraigned to time the seasons. To hold it all together. His bea...
hfurness: Poetry and Comments: The Lottery
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Hfurness: Poetry and Comments. Tuesday, October 14, 2008. Eduard came night after night. And sat at his table to take in a view. Those bangs, the straight nose, the hour glass. And waited for her to sigh. But it was only that green liquor to take him away. But could not forget that down-ward gaze. Her painted face couldn't hide her beauty. The milk-maid nee' bar-maid. And that small mouth. That he could only guess would taste of. The only way to capture her for himself would. Be to put her on canvas.
hfurness: Poetry and Comments: An Ancient Tale #135 (part 4)
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Hfurness: Poetry and Comments. Monday, November 3, 2008. An Ancient Tale #135 (part 4). Weasels and jackals were active tonight. Zontan and Uris could see the distant glow of the fire circle. Three full moon’s from tonight would be the winter’s end. A time for both putting the year’s dead to eternal rest. And when the Mother’s would select mates for the hunters. And farmers, toolmakers, priests, and others of each settlement of the People. The Mothers determine who we are; the Fathers what. Horth, a son ...
hfurness: Poetry and Comments: November 2007
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Hfurness: Poetry and Comments. Friday, November 30, 2007. Dullness sat behind those eyes. Where once there was a shine of delight in life. Rage rose behind the pitch in that voice. Hands were no longer the tapered fingers of a guitar player. But balled up fists. Black colors where once there had been rainbows. I would have left long ago. Flight or fight had been beaten out of me. The certainty of a hunt. A rabbit going to ground. The slaps, and punches, and pushes. Just always short of breaks. Rolls out ...
hfurness: Poetry and Comments: An Ancient Tale #135 (part 5)
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Hfurness: Poetry and Comments. Friday, November 7, 2008. An Ancient Tale #135 (part 5). Old Horth leaned heavily on his talking staff. Walking with the weight of years and worry. His 47 anos have not been kind to him, but he stays in good spirit. And now with the coming of the winter circle welcoming God’s gift. The return of the Sun cycle. Placing the twelf totem, the massive pillar on its way. With the markings from the water carriers, Zethines. Would gather on the plane of the ancestors. Horth fingere...
hfurness: Poetry and Comments: November 2008
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Hfurness: Poetry and Comments. Friday, November 7, 2008. An Ancient Tale #135 (part 5). Old Horth leaned heavily on his talking staff. Walking with the weight of years and worry. His 47 anos have not been kind to him, but he stays in good spirit. And now with the coming of the winter circle welcoming God’s gift. The return of the Sun cycle. Placing the twelf totem, the massive pillar on its way. With the markings from the water carriers, Zethines. Would gather on the plane of the ancestors. Horth fingere...
hfurness: Poetry and Comments: April 2008
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Hfurness: Poetry and Comments. Tuesday, April 15, 2008. I’ve walked among the broken and handed out biscuits. As I’ve wondered down the streets of the town. From block to block and slow side street to busy corner. Greeting your eyes with a kind word or directions, if I knew. Them or you cared to hear. My whispered wishes riding the winds reaching your ears. 8220;Lift up your heads and nod to one another”. I shook hands or waved to those of you that I knew. Or wished to know me. I leave those to you.
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Island Time: Chicken and Black-eyed Peas
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Hi, I'm Angie. Come enjoy some Island Time! A collection of recipes, poems (when I have time), ramblings, and pictures. I mother three teenage guys and a wonderful husband, enjoy gardening and canning, and work full time outside of the home. Tuesday, February 28, 2012. Chicken and Black-eyed Peas. I ventured out last night and decided to make a country dinner with fried chicken, black-eyed peas, and salad. Yum! And decided to put it on my menu. Now, to me the best part of the meal was the black-eye peas.
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Raewyn's Poetic Journey & Trees for Travel
Raewyns Poetic Journey and Trees for Travel. Tuesday, September 6, 2016. Photo Geneva Alexander-Marsters of Verona Cafe K Rd many moons ago. What do you do? Honeymoon Period - collage laser copy - Raewyn Alexander soon to be exhibited Tiny Theatre Westmere. You could think that politicians and leaders who behave criminally or wrongly have a great job, so what do I mean? Power Struggle - the second stage of love - laser copy of collage - Raewyn Alexander. In any case, always trust people to be themselves.
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Before I Wrote Fiction, I Wrote Poetry. It was during my teenage years when I began to write poetry. As a way of channeling my thoughts and feelings, I put pen to paper and began to write as inspiration came. The subjects I wrote about varied but, in the end, a piece of writing had been born of which I could be proud. When a reader wants to spend more time with the same characters in the worlds I've created for them, I feel I've succeeded. If these poems speak to your heart and soul, I will know I have s...
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May 8, 2016. I trace my finger across the spines on the shelf with a tissue box bookend. The hard covers of my soft spot. The memoirs of our memories I know by heart. I reach the chronologically final arch. 8220;Midnight Happy Hour”, published last March. And retrace a quarter of the way back. To the defined bind that caught my mind. 8220;Chopstick Split”, published October 2013. We splinter our bamboo along the perforated seam. The whole made to be halved. How fortunate I am to have your half to miss.
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Slave to the Word. Sunday, May 21, 2017. The transformation may not happen in the form of a dream turned nightmare, but it most certainly will happen. Twenty-three years investigating homicide has changed my perception of people. Race, gender, upbringing, and social status—none of it matters. Fast-food worker to C.E.O, every member of the human race has both a killer and a crusader living inside them. Cat fur to make kitten britches! I nodded toward my escort. He laid a heavy hand against the door se...
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Poetry in the Park – Summer 2015 @ Queens Park Bandshell. Aug 19 @ 6:00 pm 8:00 pm. Poetry in the Park – Summer 2015 @ Queens Park Bandshell. Aug 26 @ 6:00 pm 8:00 pm. Featuring ALAN HILL & CHELENE KNIGHT with Host, Lilija Valis @ The Heritage Grill, Back Room. Sep 13 @ 3:00 pm 5:00 pm. POETIC JUSTICE RETURNS SEPT 13, 2015. Two Features and Open Mic. Today’s Host: Lilija Valis. Feature Poets: Alan Hill and Chelene Knight. Sep 20 @ 3:00 pm 5:00 pm. Three Features and Open Mic. Sep 27 @ 3:00 pm 5:00 pm.
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Poetic Justice seeks to empower incarcerated women by utilizing poetry to express their feelings and ideas. This interactive and dynamic class introduces women in Oklahoma to a sense of their own value and eloquence which enables them to change. 332 W 29TH STREET NEW YORK, NY.
