Tag: poet
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Bacchus and Le Fay: An Urban Poem. A dedication to the Taurus and the Libra. To Lovers come and gone
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Venture into the moonlit streets of imagination with “Nocturnal Odyssey: A Ballad of Urban Dreamers,” where the ethereal girl with feathers in her hair and the enigmatic boy with seashell teeth traverse the veiled alleys of longing and love. This poem weaves a tapestry of dreamlike imagery and poignant emotions, a journey through a cityscape…
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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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In the Whispers of Chance Encounters- A Poem, An Essay, and a Confession.
In the ever-spinning world of fleeting encounters, there lies a hidden tapestry of connection. Each glance, each smile shared with a stranger, weaves a story untold, a narrative that pulses with the heartbeat of humanity. These moments, often overlooked in the rush of daily life, hold the essence of our shared experience. They are the…
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I fear there are too many realities.– John Steinbeck, Travels with Charley
In the bustling ambiance of Broadway Cafe, a literary theorist, poet, and critic finds inspiration, reflecting on John Steinbeck’s statement about the abundance of realities. This unique perspective extends into the world of game writing and design, where narratives become interactive experiences, allowing players to shape their own realities. Explore the depth of these musings…
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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…