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Dec.27.2012 The Crows' Wings whuff whuff I step out into soft gray sunlight. Cold air holds the world's breath. whuff whuff I turn at the sound, seeking the source. A crow rewards me with his appearance. His beating wings make the noise. whuff whuff He flies barely above the...	Dec.09.2012 POETIC SENSE: Sound and Imagery A poem . . . begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness…. It finds the thought and the thought finds the words. —Robert Frost All bad poetry springs from genuine feeling. To be natural is to be obvious, and to be obvious is to be inartistic. —Oscar Wilde Some...
Jan.27.2012 Writing and Speaking about Crows I love crows. I would like to share with you a clip from the BBC, which I recorded just before Christmas (which you can find in the Audio section) and, below, a post I wrote, a little while ago, on my WordPress blog (http://scribedoll.wordpress.com). I would welcome your comments and views on...	Jan.17.2012 Blue Tooth, Water Song I cannot swim. I cannot even drown. There is wood in me from the tree of life. It keeps me afloat. I ingest the tears of the ocean. I can listen to it even as my ears get blocked. Shut out the sounds. There must not be so much moaning. Water flows, they say. I still do not know where. It crashes...
Oct.20.2010 More sounds Sounds, sounds. I'm reading in bed. The window is open because I like the street noise. High heels of passersby, a car door closing, a group of people having a conversation up the block: one woman, two or three men perhaps. It starts to rain--drops on stone, on zinc, water gurgling from a...	Oct.16.2010 A sound I forgot: the street sweeper with his green plastic broom sweeping leaves and plastic wrappers down the gutter, around parked cars. He has opened a tap higher up, made himself a stream. Behind him, but out of sight, comes a boy with a boat (and why not a girl? because this is a scene from Robert Louis...
Oct.15.2010 Sounds It must be 8 o'clock: the garbage truck behemoths are grinding up our trash--no--they are on strike; it's the screech of metal against pavement: the changing-of-the-dumpsters in front of the Dental School. Someone drags the church door open: huge old hinges. Inside these sounds, depending on...	May.09.2010 The Best Things in Life are Closer Than you Think. “And now your locals on the eights...Currently the temperature is 50 degrees.” I never really paid attention to how much that familiar voice each morning eased me into my day. In the kitchen, I hear the hypnotic sound of our coffee pot percolating. I saunter to the powder room...Turning on the...