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25 avr. 2018 · I was struck by Emily Dickinson's poem, "I dwell in possibility", which begins: I dwell in Possibility –. A fairer House than Prose –. More numerous of Windows –. And noticed that prose and windows rhyme only because "windows" is plural, but it doesn't rhyme with "window" - and then I noticed that no rhyming dictionary matches plural ...
25 sept. 2022 · River Road. 09-25-2022, 08:24 PM. Whitman told me to unscrew the locks from the door, And the doors themselves from their jambs. to Let Your Love Come Flooding In. But I live in a trailer house.
9 mars 2014 · 09-27-2023, 10:23 AM. Interactive Christmas Advent Book - Need help with rhymes - deadline is Thanksgiving. by supenelope. Started by supenelope, 11-10-2020, 07:06 PM. 1 response.
14 mai 2014 · Tip 6: "It's doubtful that anyone with an internet connection at his workplace is writing good fiction." — Jonathan Franzen. "Work on a computer that is disconnected from the internet." — Zadie Smith. Tip 7: "Interesting verbs are seldom very interesting." — Jonathan Franzen.
I have spent the morning thinking. I have arrived at no conclusion. In fact I am more confused and moderately disillusioned.
19 janv. 2015 · All of these play a part in trying to reach a broader audience. If you write about a personal experience, chances are some might not connect because its too specific. Here's an example of my own work that is too specific: VERSE 1. Let's take a drive at night. To that place we like. Watch the stars light up the sky.
7 avr. 2019 · Though not poetry or writing related, it is homework related. So, you have questions about math. Using my super awesome knowledge of math, I will try to help
Modern Mardi Gras: Sunken, Shrunken, and Drunken Drunken fools collect beads at Fat Tuesday. Goths now summon Marie Laveau’s spirit.
For no-one saw the wounded soul. Beneath the disregard that calloused all. And even then, there always was. The raw reactive flesh inside. Did someone care as you let go? And slipped below the waves. But you had drowned before. In bitter hopes and dreams of cruel teasing. And still they did not see you.
From oils on canvas framed in teak, a goddess spoke to me in Greek. A tale of light, the journey there, seductions, greed and dark despair.
