Category: Flash Poem
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Autumn Splinters the Moon – A Haiku
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Happy Autumn. Happy Fall. Happy Hop-tu-Naa! Happy Harvest. Happy Samhain. There is something stirring in the airs of Autumn. Gets me every year. To celebrate the skies of an ever shifting twilight, when the spirits soar through the liminal film between this world and that of the beyond. When the night parade of daemons and…
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Scribes and Sake: Kasa-Jizo (かなじぞ)
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in Academia, anime, Anthropology, Art, asia, asian studies, Book Blog, books, bookstagram, buddhism, college, columbia missouri, comparative literature, crowdfunding, crowdsourcing, Culture, Dissertation, education, essay, existentialist, Flash Poem, folklore, inspiration, japan, japanese cinema, literary fiction, literary nonfiction, literature, meditation, mindfulness, nonfiction, ON WRITING, philosophy, Poem, poet, Poetry, quote, quote of the day, reading, Review, sketch, spirituality, stream-of-consciousness, study abroad, support the wandering scholar, the university of missouri, the writers life, Thesis, Thought Provoking, travel writing, travelblog, travelblogger, traveler, writing, yokaiReading fairytales within the origin language. Contextual agreements between time and place, emotions and aesthetics. We might localize our hearts out but truth be told we humans are too complex to translate. #japanese #japaneselanguage #folklore #fable
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Sunday Morning – A Poem
Sunday Morning BY WALLACE STEVENS I Complacencies of the peignoir, and lateCoffee and oranges in a sunny chair,And the green freedom of a cockatooUpon a rug mingle to dissipateThe holy hush of ancient sacrifice.She dreams a little, and she feels the darkEncroachment of that old catastrophe,As a calm darkens among water-lights.The pungent oranges and…
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Bathing With Amy Lowell (1874-1925): A Poem to Feed Your Week
Little spots of sunshine lie on the surface of the water and dance, dance, and their reflections wobble deliciously over the ceiling; a stir of my finger sets them whirring, reeling
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Naomi Shihab Nye on Kindness and Sorrow
Naomi Shihab Nye on Kindness and the Art of Living a Compassionate Life
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“The Dying of Baal,” A Poem by Helen Wing
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“The Dying of Baal,” A Poem by Helen Wing “…Oh Syria! With the god of Storm and Dew now thunder-mute in Homs, Aleppo, Damascus and Palmyra… ”