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Tag Archives: metaphor
Ode to an Escaped Feather
Oh lusty feather, Who once poked the spines of those who leaned for comfort on overly expensive throw cushions. Spine meeting spine. You once clung to the back of a brown spotted bird of some kind, If your … Continue reading →
Posted in Aliens and uncharted planets, Leaves, Little Bang, Observatory
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Tagged metaphor, poetry, writing
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2 Comments
Pianos, Moats, and Dragons! Oh my!
TOO MUCH! I’m in one of those phases where it’s all just too much. Do you get this sometimes? The obligation to return a phone call or an email or even respond to a comment — too much. Can’t do it. … Continue reading →
Bjournal Gardening
I’ve been feeling a bit lost on this whole bjournalling thing. Remember the stages of creativity I posted a while back? I’m at stage 15-16. Every day I seem to be discovering writers with better observations, more important life missions, … Continue reading →
Posted in Leaves, Little Bang, Star Catalogue
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Tagged books, creativity, metaphor, writing
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6 Comments
Bzzz. Smash! Bzzz. Ouch! Bzzz. Wap!
Do you ever have days where you feel like a bumblebee caught on one side of glass, banging yourself continuously in an effort to get through this invisible force field, when there’s a crack in the window just a foot … Continue reading →