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They come beneath the blanket of the night with nothing but a vision to sustain themselves throughout their long and labored flight, by means of transportation most arcane a harbor without hazard to obtain, wherever they might hope to come ashore although the unforgiving will restrain and bar the children waiting at your door. Flint-hearted ones with quivers full of spite would turn an eye bewintered with disdain because strang
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Exciting, thrilling chapter. I’m trying to piece everything together: what happened to all the spectators? Did they flee? And Gideon: does his “Angel” guise mean something he was not willing to share with Caspian? I will hang from my cliff waiting for answers.
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Old Friends and Perfection
Parker Owens commented on Parker Owens's story chapter in Old Friends and Perfection
I'm glad you thought these two sonnets on some unlovely features were beautiful nonetheless. I favour fangs could be the first line of a poem, or perhaps the title of a short story. Your thought made me wonder if vampires or werewolves ever have to go to a dentist, and what such a person might encounter. David continues to be a source of fascination and admiration, for many of his details. I very much appreciate your thoughts and reactions to these two sonnets. Thank you very much for sharing them, and for reading. -
Old Friends and Perfection
Parker Owens commented on Parker Owens's story chapter in Old Friends and Perfection
You’re absolutely right about it taking time. As for Archimedes, I expect his geometry is now very different to mine, as I am unquestionably non-planar - especially after today! Thanks so much for commenting on these, and for taking time on them. -
Happy Thanksgiving to you too! Many thanks for your encouragement, and for helping others to know about Andy’s story. May your day be filled with cheer and delight.
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Old Friends and Perfection
Parker Owens commented on Parker Owens's story chapter in Old Friends and Perfection
You’re most welcome. I’m grateful you took time to read these, and it’s wonderful that you enjoyed them. Thanks for the encouraging words. -
Old Friends and Perfection
Parker Owens commented on Parker Owens's story chapter in Old Friends and Perfection
How long a journey I seem to have taken to self acceptance. There have been many detours. Life does indeed take its toll, as you say. You are most kind in your response, and I am very grateful that you read and thought about these. -
Old Friends and Perfection
Parker Owens commented on Parker Owens's story chapter in Old Friends and Perfection
I’m with you: I like looking at men, too. For many years, I struggled with my imperfections. Only lately have I learned to think that I’m good enough. Thank you so much for your response, and for your encouraging words. -
Old Friends and Perfection
Parker Owens commented on Parker Owens's story chapter in Old Friends and Perfection
Thank you so very much for reading these! Leonardo and Michelangelo might have understood perfection and created that which is as close to it as we might see. But we’re going to have to live with who we are, not some magazine ideal. -
Old Friends and Perfection
Parker Owens commented on Parker Owens's story chapter in Old Friends and Perfection
Thank you so much for reading these two sonnets. Old Friends is how I see changes in the mirror, but which I hope will turn out to mean less to those I haven’t seen in the past years. Perfection reminds me of the long dangers of setting up comparisons between oneself and unattainable ideals. Thanks again. -
Old Friends My dentist says my teeth are all adrift like schoolboys on a summer afternoon eternal in its golden, sunlit gift for them to play the hero or buffoon; he says that my incisors, one day soon upon the ocean of my jaw must stray, perforce to let soup dribble from my spoon while those same children laugh at my dismay. Let molars and bicuspids go their way and make my mouth a sign of age a-creep, our friendship cares
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This puts a delightful spin on the idea of a dragon hoard. My mind is a-spin with useful things Dray could hoard in boxes in his basement, like obnoxious TV pundits, or a collection of autocrats, maybe.
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Master Caspian's Collection
Parker Owens commented on Aditus's story chapter in Master Caspian's Collection
Curiouser and curiouser. Kavan can probably determine from Caspian’s reaction that his speculations are hitting pretty close to home. Gideon may be able to teach Kavan how better to use and perfect his shadow melding. Who will teach him about his other, hidden talent? And did I detect a frisson of attraction to Gideon? -
You are most kind to read and then re-read these. The trees are indeed bare, and snow is in the forecast. There’s a certain melancholy to these, I agree, but that may be the minor key in which November is played. There’s definitely a sense of aging, too, in both scarlet and dry, curled leaves. Thanks very much for your response and for taking time over these.
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The last of these is a common enough feeling for me; if you also share it, then I can be glad in not being alone. Thank you for reading these, and for your comments!
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I do love a sonnet. Thanks very much for reading!
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It’s when they start explaining How to use partial differentiation as they optimize the resilience of their structures that their parents’ eyes glaze over…
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I enjoyed this chapter. Lots of fun in the sun, and spectacular stars to shine on the birthday boy! I’m enjoying their vacation immensely.
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Wherever you may be, I hope you can enjoy such moments as these, which etch themselves into memory so as to remind us of beauty when the world darkens. Thanks very much for reading these, and for your comments.
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Thank you so very much for reading these. Each of my fragmented poem pieces were, like a single scarlet leaf, beautiful. But detached from a full poem, they wither. I’m glad you connected with this image. Thanks again.
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I can see why the Skyscraper calls the Morgenstern poem to mind. Thanks for pointing me in that direction! Thank you also for your kind words about the first of these. It was a long time in its formation.
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Thank you very much for your thoughts on these. Lately, I haven’t been able to write anything of any substance. Then, the first poem poured out of my pen unbidden, the moment I turned my eyes to the pile of notes and partial verses accumulated in my sketchbook. Undoubtedly, the Jentzsch you’ve shared added its unconscious influence. Migration is an odd and unique time. Robins, usually very garrulous birds, behave like silent monks sequestered in their trees. It was an arresting sight to see, yet not hear anything.
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Those delightful European robins, they, too must whisper about winter. Thank you for reminding me of them! I’m very glad their tree took your fancy.
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My head is stuffed with fallen leaves, a heap of highly colored fragments; scarlet phrases, golden sentences detached from the main branches and blown by distraction to lie amongst a million dull brown details and neglected cares which filled the forest of my days and shaded me from actuality’s rays, but now curl, dry and lifeless, to rustle under unheeding feet while all about me the solemn, silent grey-clad giants
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Elvira and Henri got nabbed by Caspian’s much better informed and powerful clan. Now they must face the consequences. Surely nobody much blames Konstantin? Yet someone must, for he’s bleeding now. I will be hanging around for a week to found out who’s responsible.
