Parker Owens
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Thank you for taking the challenge of Free Verse. Walk, by comparison is a tamer poem. You’re right that Free Verse is kind of rich in images; they tumbled out too fast for form. I’ll be interested in any further observations....
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Thank you, AC! Sunshine for my afternoon it was!
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Chapter 82 A Fool to Yourself
Parker Owens commented on Dodger's story chapter in Chapter 82 A Fool to Yourself
Life at home is muddled. My biggest question is whether Don really will make a believable statement of support. The scenes with Alex at dinner and afterwards were very entertaining. Nice chapter! -
Free Verse Free verse? Well, I've seen that, as free as any Spaniel or lap cat, free to walk in wooded weeping or explore anxious gardens, digging or leaping, past boundary fences designed for prose-bound creatures on mental leashes. Free verse? What's that, you ask? As hard-toil won as any other task, and paid for by illuminated experience, observations not found in Facebook, haggling or bartering for each shiny new episode wrapped in life's plastic film
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I wonder a lot of things. Will Allen ever choose Joey over death? Was his fall on the stairs accidental or self inflicted? And will Gene ever get over the shock of finding Joey in his house in the middle of the night? Looking forward to answers...
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I agree completely with Moggy. The pair of these are visceral and intense together. The pain in which to hide is a fantastic metaphor to consider. And the release and cuddling at the end releases the reader, too. Beautiful.
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This story and its theme inspired me to think and reconsider what I wanted to write. Worth every moment you take to read it, and to re-read it.
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Here is as wonderful and well worked a fairy tale as one could wish for. It’s a story told with grace and wit and Mikiesboy’s inimitable deftness.
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Featured Story: Miss Silver Pretty-Pink Toes
Parker Owens commented on Renee Stevens's blog entry in Gay Authors News
What a great way to start the week! This is a wonderful story, and @AC Benus describes its charms perfectly.- 17 comments
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It is so easy to reduce the prosaic pencil to something like a valueless commodity. Yet we seem to know better. Thank you for your wonderful comments! Sturdy, undemanding, simple yellow pencil, ready always to take thought to paper; steward of ten thousand imaginings, happily solved problems, and secrets of my heart.
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Interesting developments. Ethan thinks a seance could be useful; I’d love to know how The Ruler takes that idea. But it is so sad that Ethan’s parents want him to leave home...because they love him? Pfffffft. Great chapter!
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I’m glad you liked this, even more glad that you will remember it. Each small thing has its place and value; even if broken or torn. We can make great things from such items as others forsake. Many thanks for reading this, and for your comments.
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Yes: everything has value and worth, even broken pencils. And if I keep a drawer full of them (and I do) then how much more might we be when we feel broken, too? Thank you for reading and responding to this.
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Chapter 18 Ode to Sarcasm... and Faith
Parker Owens commented on Headstall's story chapter in Chapter 18 Ode to Sarcasm... and Faith
These are wonderful - your ode to sarcasm and other rhetorical devices is apt, as is the appeal to humor. Your lovely poem about faith and its sources reminds me to look for them, instead reasons to be acerb...beautiful. -
You have my thinking exactly. Sometimes cleaning up at the end of study halls can be a little trying to look at what young minds throw away. How important it is to grow out of that. I am glad you like this one; thank you for reading and commenting.
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I am glad you liked this. It speaks to my heart that everything and everyone has value and worth. We should take care to avoid breaking things, and people, too. Many thanks for reading!
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Thank you Dugh. No, the little yellow stylus is not as simple a thing as one might assume.
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Chapter 20 Final Chapter
Parker Owens commented on BDANR's story chapter in Chapter 20 Final Chapter
So much that is right with this chapter I had to read it in pieces. I congratulate you on deftly bringing plot lines together and tying them up believably and beautifully. Thanks for wonderful and memorable story. -
To a Broken Pencil A broken pencil seems a crime, and not because it costs a dime, or wastes the wood or graphite, too - I might list more, but don't have time. The shattered stylus makes me blue because the thoughts both wise and true that might have flowed from mind to pen will stay unwritten, hid from view. The breaker, far beyond my ken may ponder, and remember when a thought portentous crossed the brow, but naught to write with, now or then. I wonder i
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You have made me smile, the both of you. May Matt and Parker indeed live as long and as happily together as possible.
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Caleb bares himself to Death. Humbling and yet liberating, just as you describe so perfectly. The game is played with such care on Caleb's part, yet one can't help wondering if all wasn't completely lost a long while ago. Fantastic chapter.
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So indeed for the soul as for the garden. And so to be dug, harvested and renewed, even as the old season passes away, is a blessing. Thank you for your thoughts and for reading this second poem in Cider Press.
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There was a glitch when I posted it at first, so I am glad you found it again. The multiple meanings give the flavor added depth, I think. Glad you enjoyed this.
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Thank you, Lux. I appreciate your reading and reacting to this.
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You have found out my metaphors so easily. Yes there is some fear and unknowing here, for who can know what will happen after the freeze and snow? And if my roots are dug and harvested, will they at least be sweet? Thanks again for reading, and for your comments.
