RCain's profile
AGE:
57
LOC: United States
GEN: Male
LAST LOGIN: June 29
LOC: United States
GEN: Male
LAST LOGIN: June 29
Classical Pianist, Poet, Composer, Watercolorist, Photographer, Animal Trainer, Lover of the Poor, Unspeakable Visionary, Like Prophesized, Dreamer, World Traveler, Author (The Market Street Chronicles, 2nd edition under revision out soon), Penpal to Ray Bradbury, played guitar for Allen Ginsberg, Hopeless Romantic, Slightly Twisted spread out and Twisted again, Amused and Charmed by the Phenomenological Existentialism aspect of Being without actally Being there now. (BIG SMILE). Picture is of me, my cat, Boo, and Madame X. Be kind but guide is all I ask. My reviews will always be how I feel, and I hope they are worthy and helpful. If not, please let me know.
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Cindy At the edge of a room in a large bolster chair sits a man who is old who is me. By the fireplace glowing, I wait and I stare while I’m deeply envisioning death and despair in my room in my house by the sea. Outside the thunder announces the storm; how trees cry when the bend in the wind. Why do I by this fire all cozy and warm, hearing firebrands crack with an evil alarm, sit here praying this evening would end? . . .It was a score plus some more, almost thirty years passed since the ma...
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"An ounce of pretention is worth a pound of manure." -- RCain
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It was the words that made her come near to him. They were silver-coated, round and well stamped coinage committed to his memory. He had others in his pocket, but these words would be enough to hold her in his hand. He moved her closer to his mouth as he ripped away the cellophane of her last defense. Her strawberry lip gloss reflected the light of a thousand stars, and in an instant his heart burned like the sun on the other side of the earth. She was inhaled by him and for a moment melted i...
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Some folks say it makes us fat or lean, others say that it's all in the gene, but with old DNA they just might find a way to have dead folks enjoy Halloween.
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Good quote, but a little hypothetical and conjective. If you say vulgar metaphor and also grotesque caricature, then death would logically be ... dissolution of metaphors and caricatures, right??? But I don't see death as a dissolution. I see it as a resolution. Nihilists see everything as nothing. RCain Hope this helped. I give you a 9 for good effort, though.
This poem is "very fine" indeed. The movement of space throughout literally crackles. "elbow shin teeth" is genius, counterplaying against "snap ing", like a knee jerk or bruised shin or "dammit, doesn't this bite!" The casual "so we leave each other now" ... "our way" (how poignant) "to other beds" (they don't mean much to you if they are simply "other" beds. The ultimate question hitting me is, "They will teach you how to curl," but "will you learn, will you like it when you do?" What does ...
Jay, I enjoy the thought and love you put in your article, and have you decided to send it to a teen magazine? You should contact someone for it. It is great. May I suggest a little humor in the praise about riding Pegasus instead of a pony. Please add: Unless, of course, you are afraid of heights. (It might work well there.) I think I missed the closing quotation mark on bullet #1. I howled at your definition of "the explainer" because huge amounts of writers do that one. Although the crayon...
I'll throw out some suggestions. Refrain of Eagle Scout or any human element, but keep it inside when you write about it. I take it that this is an indian and not the boyscout type of eagle scout. Canyon is too foreboding and untouchable ... try valley and keep it fresh if you are using breeze. Wind and canyon, breeze and valley I think is more precise. canyon carries sorrow valley breeze on granite walls weeps a pale blue spring Just throwing out an idea. Keeping the person out of the haiku ...
I have been to this haiku six times. SIX! There is something unsettling about the concepts presented here and I can't quite nail them down. If the sun is peeking through the clouds, it is scenic, but it doesn't have much to do with the action. That it is a spring sun indicates promise, but still, it is peeking. Casting shadows sprinkles doubt (is a very powerful phrase if the subject of the line is the word "casting", but I don't understand what it has to do with the blossoms and why they are...
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