Tag: poet
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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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Speaking of Power Plays! Michael Foucault and the Politics of Gaming
These video games provide rich examples of the ways in which power and knowledge operate within different fictional worlds, and offer insight into how these forces shape the beliefs, behaviors, and relationships of the characters and players within them
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Video Résumés are Hard
So here it is. I need a job. Rather, I want a job. This is my explanation behind making this goofy video. It’s a start. To tell you the truth, I followed a template from some rando-blogger who seems to know what they’re saying.
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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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10 YEARS AFTER THE BOY WITH SEASHELL TEETH AND THE GIRL WITH FEATHERS IN HER HAIR
For better or worse, all things come to an end… as I wrap up my first collection of tales, all of which surround the dynamic duo Birdgirl and Seaboy, I’d love your feedback. The collected are soon publishing and I’m taking orders now and you can sign up for my mailing list for a discount…
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Poem: Rambling Without Destination, or Paradise Lost (Patron Content)
I bit into an anchovy. Brine dissolved across my tongue. Salt and sea marrying into the myriad effervescence of it all. The wine settling deep within my belly, then rising, awakening the uninhibited within. I raised my head back and sucked at the sharp edged mother of pearl