Tag: Poem
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Reflecting on this Semester in Game Design
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in Academia, digital communities, digital humanities, digital storytelling, Dissertation, fan studies, fantasy, game based learning, game design, game development, game Ideas, game review, game studies, game writing, game-based learning, games, gaming, Graduate Research, graduate school, GSS, instructional design, interactive fiction, ngss, writingGame Design, instructional Design, and Interaction Design, all collide at the University of Missouri – Columbia. These are the reflections from my course on Game Design. Our 2023 Autumn semester draws to a close. From Portal to Resident Evil 4, analog tabletops such as Settlers of Catan to platformers like Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles, it’s…
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Granada: A Poem
How could I have known Down cobbled streets, that When we seek, that That. Which is, without Words How could I have known The beat you would Keep pressing on My life At the long stretch Of every dawn How could I have known, The gauche Moorish ghosts haunting the cathedrals of my heart Blood…
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The Ritual – A Sketch, A Poem, An Anthropology
As the sun dipped beneath the mountains, they would gather in hushed anticipation. A single bell would chime, resonating into the darkening sky as twinkle sparkling little stars gave rise. That’s when they came. To plant themselves. Into flat beds Aloft on legs… …seated upon cushions, they communed with the essence of their surroundings, absorbing…
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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.
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in Art, Author, Authors, Blogging, Culture, Flash Poem, Flash Poetry, In Another Country: Novel, literary fiction, literary nonfiction, literature, networking, nonfiction, novels, Poem, poet, Poetry, publishing, Review, rough draft, spiritual, spontaneous combustion, success, The Outsider, the writers life, writingI 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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The Transformative Power of Grieving: Finding Healing Through Storytelling and Presence in the Bardo’s
I lost my papa recently. And while I never sometimes my father, it was Papa who failed in presence, support, and generosity.
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Space Punk Seeks Harmony: A Poem, and Screenplay
I send out little requests into the morning air, Whispers that sail on the cosmic breeze, Hoping they’ll reach the ? up there.