For names (place, character, and otherwise), I often go to [link] and browse the online foreign language dictionaries. [link] is a fun place to browse for names.
Captain was looking for a pilot. I found a husband. Seemed to work out.
Zoe ,'Bushwhacked'
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Anne W. - Mar 03, 2003 3:37:27 am PST #671 of 10001
The lost sheep grow teeth, forsake their lambs, and lie with the lions.
§ ita § - Mar 03, 2003 7:45:12 am PST #672 of 10001
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.
I went to South Hampstead High School and lived in Hampstead Garden Suburbs.
It's all connected.
Rebecca Lizard - Mar 03, 2003 9:16:25 am PST #673 of 10001
You sip / say it's your crazy / straw say it's you're crazy / as you bicycle your soul / with beauty in your basket
It occurs to me that this thread hasn't seen poetry for a while.
This is from the project I'm currently doing, where I write an acrostic, and then rewrite it into a poem that's a sequel to the first, or enters a duet with the first, or is just a revision of the first.
THE FLICKER SPEAKS
Listen. Unless some small things are come to pass (pebbles and grass, dead leaves,
Ants crawling over rocks) you will not pull for the last moment. I've never
Not been benevolent, munificent, magnanimous, let you to use all of
Those little words you dreamed up. Frost traces your windows now.
Every moment inside your skin; don't dare forget. I wait; a moment later you are
Righted and set to minute. Counting your chickens. The wolf draws
Nearer to your homestead, your small lantern burning, your wooden door.
THE FLICKER SPEAKS II
The wolf draws nearer. Here, it's cold. Mildew grows on the back walls.
You wait, and shiver.
Every moment inside your skin--
don't dare forget. I watch you.
There's a lesson lost. Breaking out like crocuses.
Another forty days of rain. Every bible's just
another love story, sweet heart, time slowing.
The arc's been sighted. The candle waits.
deborah grabien - Mar 03, 2003 9:58:18 am PST #674 of 10001
It really doesn't matter. It's just an opinion. Don't worry about it. Not worth the hassle.
Hampshire is a part of England. Southerly, I think? FayJay? Am-Chau? My hometown, Hampstead, a neighborhood of London, I think...
ita! You lived in Hampstead Garden Suburb? Damn, woman, our old postal code was first N10 (we were Muswell Hilbillies) and then down the hill slightly to N8. And Jo was born at Whittington.
Rebecca, damn.
P.M. Marc - Mar 03, 2003 10:01:48 am PST #675 of 10001
So come, my friends, be not afraid/We are so lightly here/It is in love that we are made; In love we disappear
Seconding the damn.
Beverly - Mar 03, 2003 11:12:56 am PST #676 of 10001
Days shrink and grow cold, sunlight through leaves is my song. Winter is long.
Trice.
my 5x7, unlined, ringbound journals
Carla, I started journaling this way, in a 3-ring 5x7 binder which was also my work day planner. I set aside a section for journaling at any time, anywhere. As I filled pages I'd remove and replace them. I bought paper stock that took fountain pen ink well, colors and textures I enjoyed, and had it cut to size and hole-punched at a printer's who did it free, for all the business my office did with him. When I had about an inch's thickness of written-on pages I'd bind them, cover hardboard or cardboard end boards with handmade paper, or giftwrap, or collage, and bind with twine or leather lacing. I still have those "journals." And I still use the planner, though now I journal elsewhere.
Betsy HP - Mar 03, 2003 11:15:52 am PST #677 of 10001
If I only had a brain...
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Steph L. - Mar 03, 2003 11:44:41 am PST #678 of 10001
Unusually and exceedingly peculiar and altogether quite impossible to describe
Lizard, just fabulous.
Although...
it occurs to me that this thread hasn't seen poetry for a while.
::cough:: Except what I posted a few days ago.
deborah grabien - Mar 03, 2003 12:08:04 pm PST #679 of 10001
It really doesn't matter. It's just an opinion. Don't worry about it. Not worth the hassle.
Yes indeed, Steph posted some sensational poetry. Which means we've seen two good hits in damned near as many days.
Which makes me happy.
Rebecca Lizard - Mar 03, 2003 4:09:31 pm PST #680 of 10001
You sip / say it's your crazy / straw say it's you're crazy / as you bicycle your soul / with beauty in your basket
Rebecca, damn.
Woo. Thank you.
::cough:: Except what I posted a few days ago.
Oh, come on. This is the Internet; and the thread has been fast. A few days is months' worth in those conditions.