Poetry Clothing: A Poem
I dress my body in lines of verse, each syllable a piece of cloth, a garment woven of words diverse, to hide my nakedness from sloth.
After a 24-Hour Marathon watching The Nightmare Before Christmas, Eating Oreos, and, Reflecting on Mythology… I Write a Children’s Fable.
In the land of shadows and mist, where the moon cast eerie light and laughter echoed in the night, there lived a curious creature, with a face as white as snow and hair as black as coal. Their name was Pan
This Floating Life is but a Dream: Li Bai, Shen Fu, playing The Last of Us, and reflecting on the evanescence of things.
I’ve begun rereading some of my favorite Chinese poets and can’t help but find striking similarities, in aesthetic and philosophy, between these brilliantly minded writers from so long ago and contemporary storytellers. The main suspects in todays post: Shen Fu, Li Bai, Austin Wintory (Journey), and the savory addiction concocted by the dreamweavers at Naughty…