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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.
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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 ...
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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...
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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.
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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 ...
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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 ...
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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...
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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...
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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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My tongue is in my hand…. The Gist of This. On: November 22, 2011. This writer is now writing at: the unsteady. Thanks for stopping by! On: October 31, 2011. Why do i only have questions? On: October 19, 2011. I go back and forth about blogging. About what to blog, about how I feel about blogging it…. I fear I’m not using my grace well. Perhaps it is broken that I need. Always. Perhaps that’s precisely where I should be. But I’m not even there. I’m in a maze, a hamster wheel. I want to know. I am under-s...
