Category: the writers life
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Flash Poem to Self: “Be confident, not sad sap, sipping quietly in corner bar:” On Writing, Cultivation, and Balancing Art/Mind.
I will be confident — not sad sap, sipping quietly in corner bar. I will be, act, speak with intention. I will be finished, will shop my novel.
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Poet Alexander Bacchus on Morocco, Marrakech, Accepting Ones Faults, and Living Intentionally
I first met Alex doing research on a local variation of Darija. (Moroccan Arabic). We both managed to find ourselves in Fez, that day, sitting across from one another and, the moment I saw this cat I realized I found my foil, my nemesis. A sheep in Wolof’s clothing, so to speak, for this cat…
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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
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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…
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Autumn Splinters the Moon – A Haiku
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…
Nicholas Andriani Rankin 