Tag: Poem
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Ostara is Icumen In: A Poem
Summer is a wild time of endless gaiety; A lazy, balmy, mild time; of human laxity. Of days with cares abandoned beside a socky shore, And breeze-swept, heathered stretches of Scotland’s ageless moor.
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Eulogy
I lost someone close to me last week. One of my parents, to tell you the truth. And while they weren’t exactly a birth parent, they practically raised me. Some of my earliest memories are of escaping my childhood home through the back window, down the juniper tree, up Sir Gillingham Street, and to their…
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The Mascots that Made Us: From Tony the Tiger, to Pikachu.
As a media studies scholar and cereal addict, I find popular culture mascots such as Tony the Tiger and the King Vitamin (my all time fav, second only to Count Chocula) to be fascinating examples of how branding and marketing are used to create narratives that capture the attention and loyalty of audiences.
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Between the Sun and Us: A Memoir (opening lines)
I couldn’t help but feel like a fraud. Here I was, leaving behind everything I’ve ever known in the hopes of finding something better. But what if I never find it? What if I spend the rest of my days wandering aimlessly, searching for something that will never come?
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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.
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in comparative literature, creativewriting, digital communities, English, fable, fairytale, fan studies, film, film review, film studies, flash fiction, folklore, folkloresque, folklorist, horror, inspiration, interactive fiction, literary fiction, literature, Poem, poet, Poetry, Popular Culture Studies, Story time, storytelling, stream-of-consciousness, the writers life, writingIn 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…