Tag: arts
group name: flashandshine
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November 19, 2006 01:52 PM EST --
Many hours I've spent
Seeking my inner Shakespeare,
Alas! sleeping still.
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October 20, 2006 08:47 AM EDT --
For N.B.D. (Written for my friend whose sorrow I cannot know)
There was no warning-
no sign or scream in the dark.
I didn't know.
There was no indication -
not one breath was taken away . . .
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November 02, 2006 07:02 AM EST --
Sleeping beneath moon
Light midnight rain clouds gather
A breeze sweeping dreams
Gather
(c)06 Daddario
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November 04, 2006 09:00 AM EST --
Digital Photo Collage With Haiku
Exploring mind path
Beyond crescent cradle moon
Silent anchor stars
Gather
(c)06 Daddario
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October 09, 2007 03:39 PM EDT --
"Just help yourself, "She finally managed to say, sarcasm thick in her words.
I am here to take care of everyone. Her eyes grew abruptly broad as the handsome Indian strolled over to her table . . .
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June 25, 2007 12:06 AM EDT --
1. To Give "First North American Serial Rights;
2. To Give One Time Rights;
3. To Give any other type of rights to your work that are common or not so common in the marketplace . . .
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November 21, 2006 09:45 PM EST --
Sprawling shadow dog
Drummer vibrating the walls
Warm moment writing
This haiku was generated from my Shotgun Writing #11-21-06. If you'd like to know more about the process involved you . . .
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November 23, 2006 03:13 AM EST --
shotgun writing # 11-22-06
later and later into the night. ok, it's only 9:45:34.. sometimes i have no idea what time it should be. especially if i am creating. that's got to be the reightside . . .
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July 17, 2007 01:54 PM EDT --
I rode in the passenger seat of the Vette, the big boxes balanced on my lap and stacked high enough to block my view out the windshield. The cars weren't made for carrying anything more than two people. . . .
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April 20, 2007 08:46 PM EDT --
i want you to read me
poetry
you can watch my toes
curl
as flames
lick
from your skull
volts
zingingggggggg
this canvas
melting hues
a thousand gales
could not breathe
L I F . . .
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May 06, 2007 02:41 AM EDT --
i am often asked
why i write
or how
and what
compels
this right hand
to script
erratic
incomprehensible
thoughts
that consistently
drown
my cerebral cortex
only to pay my heart a visit
awakening . . .
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July 18, 2007 10:15 PM EDT --
We drove into Sturgis, and cruised slowly through a gauntlet of motorcycles of every type and description. There were bikers from all over the country in every mode of dress imaginable. Some . . .
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January 26, 2007 10:53 AM EST --
The show was brilliant. It could not have been scripted better, if it had been written by a professional playwright. The shiftiness, nervous twitches, and sad looks were all on cue. She sat with . . .
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October 07, 2006 05:46 AM EDT --
Postcard Personal Mail Art
A number of years ago a few friends and I did what we called Mail Art. It wasn't our invention but we liked the idea. Off and on I've continued to do something . . .
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June 18, 2007 07:16 PM EDT --
She stood on the corner of a sidewalk in front of a Starbucks
Not wanting to turn and go, but wanting to turn and go
Two old men played dominoes at one of the coffee shop’s outdoor tables
While . . .
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July 09, 2007 11:59 PM EDT --
I slammed the door again on my way out just to get my 11-year-old point across with some punctuation, and shoved my hands in the pockets of my striped bell-bottoms. Out in the yard, pocked with holes dug . . .
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July 16, 2007 04:27 PM EDT --
"Maybe we should go to the cops," I said to Breedlove who carefully put the contents of the envelope back inside.
He didn't look up, but responded matter of factly.
"Yeah, sure, the . . .
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January 21, 2007 02:33 PM EST --
I had an experience this past weekend that I felt the need to communicate to the Gather public. I was hasty in responding to an ad I found ON GATHER and was almost burned by a shady company. I mass . . .
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April 28, 2007 04:43 AM EDT --
My Friend,
May this always be a place of peace
And each room a calming refuge.
May this always be a place of happiness
And each room a joyous respite.
May this always be a place of love
And each . . .
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May 18, 2007 10:45 AM EDT --
My Dear Creatives,
Of what do you dream or daydream? Do you dream of your career as a writer- of becoming rich and famous? Do you think of your photographs hanging in a prominent place in a museum . . .
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