Tag: stories
member name: Joyce C.
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December 20, 2007 02:24 AM EST --
A star, a sun, a son,
wishing, dreaming, hoping -
waiting for the coming of spring,
light over dark,
a rebirth of a sun,
a remembrance of balance,
a reminder of joy,
Natalis . . .
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January 03, 2008 08:22 AM EST --
Chapter Five:
Maintaining Equilibrium
By noon, everyone clustered near the auditorium, waiting for more news. A major factory, situated near London central, had exploded. . . .
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October 03, 2007 08:56 AM EDT --
Digging Into Our Psyches
I love archaeological excavations, probably because I am a history graduate and I like all things history-related. I also like getting my hands dirty with the digging and . . .
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October 16, 2007 04:30 AM EDT --
I love forests.
The image of the forest serves as my inner landscape, a visual metaphor and an anchor. When I go within, I go into a forest. And when I think about wolf, it is a forest wolf. I grow . . .
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December 12, 2007 02:39 AM EST --
Walking into the room containing the pelts, feathers and hides was a surreal moment for me. I felt as if there were untold stories in the air, whispers of voices bleeding into reality and asking to be . . .
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October 01, 2007 08:35 AM EDT --
This is the second chapter for "The Basics of Flight", the steampunk story I am writing. Warning: it is a long chapter.
Chapter TwoFinding Her Balance: Standing On Two Feet . . .
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October 06, 2007 02:04 AM EDT --
Note: This is also applicable to artists and photographers.
When I talk about the 'the writer's eye', I am talking about the skills of observation whereby the writer is able to perceive detail . . .
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October 15, 2007 10:15 AM EDT --
I feel like a LOLcat. You know, the pictures of cats with funny words. At the moment, it is "I is silly. Gotz side-tracked!"
Phew. I feel really silly for writing in that fashion!
But it is . . .
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September 14, 2007 12:22 AM EDT --
I feel like a shaman,
medicine woman,
singing the world into being -
word by word, layer by layer,
color by color as I weave,
sing them in, make them real
and the world comes into being,
like a . . .
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September 24, 2007 12:05 AM EDT --
What is in a word?
Memory.
Feeling.
Texture.
Emotion.
Senses.
Identification.
Identify.
Self.
You.
Me.
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December 29, 2007 12:21 PM EST --
Live your light.
Make your own story.
May this be my motto for 2008 and beyond.
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September 22, 2007 10:45 PM EDT --
The trees turn color,
shades of vermillion and orange -
and the Earth shifts,
transits.
Late harvest, remembering
what you have done,
gather the fruits of your labor
and prepare for winter's . . .
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September 23, 2007 09:38 AM EDT --
Note: The moon on the Mid-Autumn Festival falls on the 15th Day of the lunar calendar and is supposed to be the brightest.
15th day moon,
brightest and fairest -
a maiden's mirror,
a child's . . .
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October 05, 2007 03:37 AM EDT --
Bittersweet macha
for a hot summer's afternoon:
I am home.
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December 14, 2007 08:36 AM EST --
folds of her -
layer upon layer,
shaped, wrinkled, formed,
generations and histories:
weathered body
with so . . .
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October 14, 2007 09:04 PM EDT --
I love the written word. Heck, I love language - the sounds, the textures and the compositions of it. I write and for a while, I was an editor.
I also love teaching and have taught in mainstream Singapore . . .
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October 26, 2007 11:24 PM EDT --
Hail Samhain moon,
Round bright mirror -
No need for scrying:
Just shine on me.
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October 06, 2007 10:18 PM EDT --
It is a generalization to say that Singapore does not have seasons. Or that she has hot and wet monsoon seasons.
Just look very carefully at the plants. They react to the minute shifts to the weather . . .
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October 12, 2007 04:05 AM EDT --
palm-sized pattern,
green moss whispering:
shadow and trees.
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January 12, 2008 10:19 AM EST --
The trees are wise. They teach us the cycles of time. They also teach us wisdom. In many cultures, trees are often the bearers of wisdom and knowledge. Listen, particularly, to the older trees . . .
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