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Burial and Kisses Three
Parker Owens commented on Parker Owens's story chapter in Burial and Kisses Three
I am glad you found the sweet to go with the melancholy here, Gary. Both are present, yet I would not visit you with any pain. For that, I am sorry. I am grateful for your kind words - thank you. -
Burial and Kisses Three
Parker Owens commented on Parker Owens's story chapter in Burial and Kisses Three
You are so nice to respond to these, and so kindly, too. I hope the first one, a not-really-rubayat, didn’t rub you the wrong way with its form. In such a setting as this, it’s the detail that can frame the whole, as with the cardigan you mentioned. The second set was a different kind of thing altogether. Thank you for reading them. -
story review Featured Story: How The Light Gets In
Parker Owens commented on Cia's blog entry in Gay Authors News
Dont let this particular ‘in-process’ scare you away. This story could be finished, or there might be more. That’s part of its beauty, in my opinion.- 7 comments
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Burial That same blue tie has seen a somber day or two when ashes lie upon an earthen bed, astrew, where late the blue eyed grasses grew. I wore it new in bleak December, cold and grey, as snowflakes flew and cousins hastened on their way a hollow eyed farewell to say. But yesterday the sun shone fair blue silk to greet, in brief delay to turn each face to skies so sweet, as if dull sadness to defeat. The hea
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story review Featured Story: How The Light Gets In
Parker Owens commented on Cia's blog entry in Gay Authors News
Thanks very much Gary! It was one of the first stories I read on GA. Later, I happened to visit the area where the story might have occurred. It was haunting to do so, in a way.- 7 comments
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Things outside Ember and Brady ‘s little world are developing, both good and concerning. But inside that world, things are just fine. Thank you.
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How wonderful! I am very happy for you!
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I like this immensely, especially for its sense of waiting and tension. A face, a smile, and a touch that ever quickens the heart... very beautiful.
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Under Glass and An Act of Self
Parker Owens commented on Mikiesboy's story chapter in Under Glass and An Act of Self
An Act of Self resonates with me for its truth. A poet is separated from what is observed, even when one is in an intensely felt moment. Under Glass struck me hard, for this speaks to the crushing isolation of the observed, not the observer. I admire these poems, tim. They’re clear and stark and make me chew over their lines carefully.- 18 comments
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If these are the words meant for you at that dawn, then I return them to you gratefully. The dawn and the song of the white throated sparrow were great blessings to be savored, as are your kind thoughts. Thank you.
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You made me swelter just reading each line at the beginning; I feared one of us would succumb to heatstroke. And then you enter the green refuge of the trees. How well the forest can cool the body and refresh the mind. You depict this wonderfully well. Everyone needs a forest kind of place. Thank you for this respite from the heat...
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Aren’t we all our own worst critics? I am glad the images come through to you in this poem. It was an unforgettable morning.
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Gary, you are so very kind. This form was hard to write in - much more so than I suspected it might be. You’re right in that we both find a deep well of inspiration in nature. A midsummer’s dawn could not help but draw forth awe and a desire to write.
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Thank you, dear XQ. I appreciate your inspiration. Imposing rhyme on this made it harder to compose than I supposed it would. And it was a glorious dawn...
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Dawn upon the eastern horizon growing, bathing birch and tamarack, redly glowing, over marsh and mountainside, new light showing, waking the meadow; Torn the long night's circumspect silent shadow, sweet the notes first sounded with great bravado, echoes now the hopeful white throated sparrow, calling his soul mate; "Hey, Sam, Hey Sam Peabody," sung with slow weight, outsized heart cry mournfully fills the lea gate, that with daylight one speckled bird may locate ardor o'erflowi
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Very beautiful, definitely moving. You speak with compassion and love as you reach out your hand.
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I connected with this in that Mindfulness is a habit I would like to develop. I admire you for this, and appreciate your writing about it.
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Incredibly sad. Sad that James couldn’t feel he could open up to Kenny, never had that moment of intersection with another who could unlock his doors, tragic that despair overtook him. You write it too well.
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Beautiful. Absolutely beautiful. I really love the way Pete and Geoff simply met and became a date for one another.
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Weekly Wrap Up (June 24 - June 30th)
Parker Owens commented on wildone's blog entry in Gay Authors News
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@AC Benus : Leontyne Price is one of my all time favorites. Thank you for posting this. I seem to remember her in Aida, too...
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Tomorrow, Everything Changes
Parker Owens commented on JayT's blog entry in Randomnicity (aka Jay's thoughts)
I will be thinking of you in the upheaval that is changing your world. I hope for things unexpectedly good and bright; I wish for peace and joy unlooked for; in your van you will carry my thoughts and encouragement. -
The World is Not For Me
Parker Owens commented on Mikiesboy's story chapter in The World is Not For Me
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I am deeply sorry you have been affected so much by someone you love who has this illness. It hurts so much; that comes through in every word you wrote. I send you my warmest hugs.
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Well - nothing like a bit of excitement at work! But what was November really thinking? Doubt he was thinking at all. I can’t wait to see what he is feeling and how he is coping with his own actions.
