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Creativity exists within constraints or it perishes. At the moment of their growing, at the moment of their giving shade, at the moment of their falling. Once upon a lively hour. There grew a sprightly flower. But before I can rightly say sprightly. The flower struggled daily and nightly. Trapped under the ground in a seed. It wanted only to be freed. So it pushed and sought for the top. To live with the other crop. But to no avail the flower did remain. To struggle until the next rain.
A place to celebrate poetry, poets, and the creative spirit. Thursday, January 11, 2007. Circadian Poems has moved, links and all. Not much to report just yet in the New Year.
A place to celebrate poets, poetry and the creative spirit. Circaadian Poems is staying on hiatus for at least a year. If and when we return, we want to be in a position to PAY our contributors. The pages will go private by November 1, so if you need to pull anything off, please do so before then. Thank you for your patience and your support. Unfortunately, due to circumstances beyond our control, we are still on hiatus. Have a joyful holiday season! May 18, 2007.
Original Art, Music and Animation by a NorthEast UK Musician. Tuesday, March 10, 2015. Saturday, January 28, 2012. This is a test circuit of an analogue sequencer I am building. It is controlling a Doepfer Dark Energy analogue synthesiser. This is work in progress and the sequencer will eventually be housed in a case of an old Sinclair ZX81 computer. Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone.
Where the collected poetry from The Far Queue. Perhaps these are merely random words spat forth by misfiring synapses in the organic computer of an alter-ego too big to believe it has nothing to say; or too far gone to give a shit. The Dread Letter Office management takes no responsibility for personal interpretation of these lines.
Neither do I aspire to be any of those. We are all involved in history. 8226; I was born in Durban in 1962.
Sunday, February 27, 2011. Monday, February 21, 2011. She stepped among the coloring flowers. A bird bath, an old gnome, a boy. Brushed in strokes of green and brown,. She knelt to pick dandelions from the grass;. The yellow weeds staining young fingers,. She held death so loosely in her hands. Thursday, February 17, 2011. Is this blog dead? Or just suffering from the aftermath of the malicious attacker? Do you rememb.
Tuesday, August 21, 2012. The lights are going out. Friday, July 13, 2012.
Wednesday, September 05, 2012. Blue Days, Black Nights. Wednesday, September 05, 2012. Friday, May 27, 2011. Hide and Seek in Flatland. A friend impassively informed me over instant messenger. I got tested and stuff. 8221; I replied, equally coolly. 8220; Reality Hide and Seek. Buried deep in the archives, and ev.
Thursday, December 4, 2014. To address my now living and writing in Provincetown. Wednesday, November 14, 2012.
Sunday, September 11, 2011. It was a nice way to remember the day. Thursday, July 28, 2011. For those of you that do not know my brother is now a Houston Firefighter. he was pinned on July 14, 2011. We are very proud of him that he is doing what he loves to do and his dream. Wednesday, January 19, 2011. Tuesday, January 18, 2011.
Identity, Love, Marriage and the Female Muslim Migra. Tuesday, May 3, 2011. I love Moroccan interior aesthetics. That supplies Moroccan design tiles in the Netherlands. Identity, Love, Marriage and the Female Muslim Migrant. Friday, May 28, 2010. IDENTITY, LOVE, MARRIAGE and THE FEMALE MUSLIM MIGRANT. Saturday, 5 June 2010.
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Monday, October 21, 2013. We decided to try our annual Dewberry Farm trip in October this year instead of November. Everyone had a great time, but we ended up having to miss out on the tractor ride to the pumpkin patch because we ran out of time.
A safe blog space to pause, reflect, and discover. I used to think that prayer was a spiritual exercise. Something that needed to be worked at, like running or vaulting. But I was never any good at sports, and perhaps I would never be any good at prayer either. After years of feeling useless and guilty,. I began to realize the truth of a comment made by one of the early Fathers of the church,.