Tag Archives: writing group
| MICHAEL |
| SIT STILL – POEMS IN A BOX |
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| THE STRENGTH OF YOU |
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| CORN HUSK HAT |
We drove past the last gas station and she still said, Gun it! We’ve been waiting for so long to push ourselves into space. Better days, she said. Better days from here on out. You’ve got your corn husk hat, I’ve got my camera. Skin is the new film and no one’s replied to our [...]
| DEAR GARDENER |
Oh these piles and piles of leaves crawling into each other, dry. In the shape of a community in brittle-soft distress, decomposition into beauty into nests into dust into ash. This is the pause of nature, this is the breath of life. This is a portrait of you looking into yourself. sam roderick roxas-chua 9.20.2012 [...]
| SPIDERMAN |
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| WRITING PRACTICE – 8AM |
“So much needs to be said about the polyester in your words.” A line from a writing prompt this morning with Janet Bernstein and Joy Mcdowell [youtube http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FdH2GBeMPrQ?rel=0&w=830&h=480] 00
Vowels
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Fawn Skin
FAWN SKIN A cape, a poncho, a smear of tar. A country says to come in with our mouths closed, hands inside pockets, until our name is called. They give out free bubble gum at the INS office, no ginseng for the ones who have bound feet, no do- re-mi for children who smell like [...]
:: LOVE’S EASY TEARS ::
[youtube http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1quZbpgLh7w?rel=0&w=640&h=480] In response to “Love’s Easy Tears” by The Cocteau Twins You must know, the truest truth, the truest you. The knowest. The knowest you. The must of tears, the must of easy love, the you in love with tears. The truth of tears in love must always know. (c) Sam Roderick Roxas-Chua Draft [...]
Fawn Language – A collection of thirty one poems.
Radio In The Woods :: Seven Songs for Seven Fawns – Music Installation
Eskimo Song – Hugo Largo Sun Kil Moon – Bay of Skulls David Sylvian – Small Metal Gods No-Man – Reich Stina Nordenstam – So This Is Goodbye The Sea and Cake & Stereolab – Tea and Cake (Stereolab Mix) This Mortal Coil – Mr. Somewhere 00
Fawn Language – My first collection of poetry.
FAWN LANGUAGE – My first collection of poems will be available in the Fall. Here is the 13″x19″ (folded) Flyer/poster that I will have at the Northwest Poets’ Concord gathering in Newport, Oregon. Inside it contains three published poems. Thank you Mixer Publishing and Fault Lines Poetry Journal. It also contains photos and an audio [...]
First day of fall, steel toe boots, wishbone :: Writing prompt
The first day of fall begins with the sound of wishbone. We gather at grandfather’s house, sit around him and touch his steel toe boot to our foreheads. He would ask each and everyone to spell his Chinese name in the language of red, white and blue. He would then test our multiplication table in [...]
Writing promptness.
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Packing A Suitcase | AM Writing Prompt
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