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Flaming Sky

  • Last seen on Jan 21 2:33 PM. Member since February 14, 2006.
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  • [dream of consciousness] at storywrite
    I was standing under the canopy when he came by with death marching on his face-- his wrinkles all curved into his grim mouth so I couldn't see if he was smiling or not daring. I thought the rain would stop, but it kept on as
  • Bleeding Heart [prologue] at storywrite
  • Seven Year Itch at storywrite
    You see, then? I was no dreamer you awoke from sleep. All my dreams are gone now; they deserted me long before this land was a land of dreaming. Those dreams left with you, wit

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  • on I reach deep into my lonely mind by Chong Chol, on March 15, 2006

    beautiful

    This is beautiful... I loved the entire thing, the whole metaphor and how it all comes together. Beautiful. I can imagine love this way, for certain.

  • on Re-voyage by Emily Pauline Johnson (Tekahionwake), on March 17, 2005
    Interesting... I once had an experience on a kayak that felt like this... "wave-rocked and passion-tossed"... I was very much traumatized and bruised. I love the poem... it's very stormy and lonely. I feel that way sometimes.
    - sky

  • This is so beautiful... I love the analogy of violins... and I love Ranier Maria Rilke's poetry (I love her name! I want that name!), with her style of bringing one word tumbling upon the next. This is wonderful. I'm so glad her works are on this site.

    - Sky

  • on Song Of Despair by Pablo Neruda, on November 19, 2004
    This is beautiful... I wish I could have met Neruda. I'm speechless.
    - sky