Tag: writing
member name: Joyce C.
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September 26, 2007 11:56 PM EDT --
It was a forest, stuck in the middle of suburbia, right next to an expressway (highway/freeway) with cars whizzing past every second. It felt as if it was set apart, a world within a world. And indeed . . .
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April 01, 2008 08:09 AM EDT --
One thing about being a teacher is the opportunity to really confront the various harsh realities faced by kids. I often return home, thankful and sad that some of us could be so blessed while there are . . .
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March 01, 2008 05:59 AM EST --
Moon bathed land,
Silver-kissed, luna sea:
Wolf moon, hunting moon -
Satellite no more, but
Heart of the wild,
Expressed in fur emerging from human skin,
Ephemeral transformation electric . . .
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March 26, 2008 08:01 AM EDT --
Am I willing to take those steps –
Hesitant journeywoman on this path?
Am I frightened of the desert –
Bare and acrid with nothing to love?
Am I seeking the spring, . . .
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October 02, 2007 02:15 AM EDT --
The bo/peepul is now a predominant feature in my inner landscape.
It is a sacred tree, connected to Hinduism and Buddhism.
It is a tree that teaches us forgiveness, resilience and mortality. It is the . . .
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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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September 26, 2007 09:19 AM EDT --
This is a raw draft of Chapter One from the steampunk-ish book I am. The working title is The Basics Of Flight. The two characters - Katherine and Alethia - have prequels in an science-fiction anthology . . .
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October 02, 2007 10:27 AM EDT --
Before I turn in for the night (it's late here!)...
It is Mahatma Gandhi's birthday.
We need his wisdom more than ever now, in this time and age.
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September 29, 2007 12:58 PM EDT --
Concrete beneath my paws,
Click click against unfeeling stone –
A wolf under a human mask,
A woman face:
Hidden under layers.
A wolf’s howl cuts through concrete,
This urban jungle steaming . . .
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October 03, 2007 12:40 AM EDT --
Dawn seems furthest
with the night
an open maw.
I wait for light
like a plant for water,
desert thirst.
I will keep this vigil
my hope around me,
candle burning raw.
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October 17, 2007 07:11 AM EDT --
The road beckons -
autumn red, winding path:
Mercies on your journey.
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September 29, 2007 12:56 PM EDT --
I am covered in fruit,
Citrus and succulent berries -
Fragrant with lemongrass,
Clad in melons,
Cornucopia in the city.
Urban Gaia,
In jeans and cotton tees.
;)
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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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December 10, 2007 12:19 AM EST --
A dash of salt, a sprinkle of pepper
a mother’s love
Throw in the cumin, the curry leaves
my heritage speaks, blood and blood
Boil the soup, tasting lotus
Traditions merge, an . . .
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October 03, 2007 11:45 PM EDT --
Wolf.
Woman.
Wolfwoman.
Womanwolf.
Wolf-woman.
Woman-wolf.
Who am I?
Am I a wolf
Pretending to be a woman
Or a woman pretending to be a wolf?
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March 29, 2008 12:37 AM EDT --
Paws in black loam.
Sniffing - humus, humid, humility.
Lips curl over sharp canines,
Amber pools, mini lunar discs.
Fungi, mushroom, decay, rot.
Growth, damp, germinating, seething.
The . . .
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October 10, 2007 08:31 AM EDT --
I wrote this last year, after a colonoscopy.
Recent events have prompted me to think about my mortality. Of course, my mortality is always a concern or a source of worry since I have hypertension, considered . . .
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September 29, 2007 03:47 AM EDT --
like a river,
streams of water
flowing through, flowing through,
moulding, sometimes cutting
shaping my inner landscape, my own grand canyon:
at times, they meander,
at times, they thunder,
at times, . . .
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September 27, 2007 10:49 PM EDT --
Dreams are messages from my soul. I am one who sees dreaming as a spiritual practice, much like writing and meditating.
So, last night's dreams contained the themes of digging deep, going back and . . .
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October 16, 2007 10:26 AM EDT --
Chapter Three:Balance Of The World: Interlude
The balance of the world was not just the balance of an antiquated globe left behind by history. It was not a fixed world, with arcane words . . .
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