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“This is the way the world ends, not with a bang but a whimper.” ~ T.S. Eliot {poetry}

Every published poet has a first born child of the muse that is presented to the world, but not every fruit of the brow is heralded as the second coming.

world

Anthropological Blue: The Overanalyzing Habit.

When in moments of love and joy rights are respected, human development is aimed for, everything is consensual and no one overanalyzes or overthinks or over-anthropologizes it, world peace is possible!

art

micro-fiction: the art of writing small.

The process of cutting and discarding entire sentences and rewriting others is very good for the writer’s ego.

poetry

I Love You in Secret, Between the Shadow and the Soul: Pablo Neruda.

All art is escapism in the noblest sense. First you get out of prison with your mind, and maybe soon, your body follows. ‘Cause why would you even consider staying behind bars? No one is safe.

the writer’s way: week one — morning pages.

“In order to retrieve your creativity, you need to find it.” ~ Julia Cameron, The Artist’s Way I’m training for a writing marathon in November and I’m inviting you to join me. You don’t have to participate in NaNoWriMo (National Novel Writing Month) to join in—all my expectations are reserved ...

world

good punctuation decreases inflammation.

The same exact sentence or paragraph can strengthen a friendship or it can end it, depending on the punctuation or lack of it.

poetry

poetry lounge: “to be nobody but yourself.” {e.e. cummings}

Welcome to the Poetry Lounge. Here you can escape, for a moment, the banal echoes of ordinary life. Our special guest today is Edward Estlin Cummings (otherwise known as e.e.), born in Cambridge, Massachusetts on October 14, 1894. You could say that Edward was called to poetry, beginning his ...

happiness

How to Recycle a Compostable Heart.

Just like you, your pain is organic, compostable. It never vanishes because nothing in nature just disappears. The natural mechanism of life is change.

poetry

After a While, You Learn: Jorge Luis Borges.

I like him because he used his art as an inescapable way into the tunnels of the heart, where -- with closed eyes but open mouth -- he bravely captured his own darkness, and then brought it out into the ephemeral, mundane light for the world to touch: Here, here, don’t be afraid, it’s only flesh.

happiness

Blessed Be Your Longing, Your Endless Ache, Your Sharp Crystal Shatter, Your Sea-Glass Heart.

Blessed be your slaughtered dreams and your cynical projection. Blessed be your fire of initiation and your ritual of comfort. Blessed be your secret shame.

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