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The Puppets / The Death Of Sun And Moon, Lale Heine-Koehn, Janet P. Reedman
The Puppets / The Death Of Sun And Moon, Lale Heine-Koehn, Janet P. Reedman
The Mythic Circle
The Puppets: The woman behind me is cutting a tree to crush me and if it must, his hand, holding mine. The Death of Sun and Moon: The Moon stood in the shroud of night, a crone who waned and sank billowing pale deathlight
Childhood's End, K. V. Skene
Childhood's End, K. V. Skene
The Mythic Circle
Each yesterday Ended when, quite magically, The streetlights blinked, and once again Bewitched the night.
Confessions Of A Dragon Lady / Windbound, K. V. Skene
Confessions Of A Dragon Lady / Windbound, K. V. Skene
The Mythic Circle
Confessions of A Dragon Lady: Before I knew the wisdom of this world I felt the ebb and flow of secret tides. Windbound: Back of the North Wind, Under a pallid sun, all life Is permafrosted.
The Man Of An Uncertain Address, Lala Heine-Koehn
The Man Of An Uncertain Address, Lala Heine-Koehn
The Mythic Circle
Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde were my neighbours at rate time. We used to chat across the fence, discuss the weather due the next day, sometimes our dual problems.
Exile And Mending, David Sparenberg
Exile And Mending, David Sparenberg
The Mythic Circle
Peace to you, Shulammite maiden! Waiting tears at the heart of hope.
Eleventh Hour / Autumn Cleaning, Gwenyth E. Hood
Eleventh Hour / Autumn Cleaning, Gwenyth E. Hood
The Mythic Circle
Eleventh Hour: / climbed down the dark and jagged path leading on, down down, in the shadowed lands. Autumn Cleaning: The autumn wind is sighing in the branches to lift dead leaves and carry to the ground
Brides Of Sealmen / Rites Of Union, Janet P. Reedman, David Sparenberg
Brides Of Sealmen / Rites Of Union, Janet P. Reedman, David Sparenberg
The Mythic Circle
Brides of Sealmen: Loneliness breeds strange fancies in girls grown too old for love Rites of Union: Am I b ut one rhythm? Are my rhythms not multiple as air's motions?
Il-Lyran's Song For Midsummer, Sarah Beach
Il-Lyran's Song For Midsummer, Sarah Beach
The Mythic Circle
Light lay soft in dreaming gloom. Darkness then did roam and drift.
The White Queen Soliloquy, Lala Heine-Koehn
The White Queen Soliloquy, Lala Heine-Koehn
The Mythic Circle
A trumpet wakes her from her sleep. The long wailing notes disturb the heavy folds o f her bed curtains
To Christopher Columbus, Gwenyth E. Hood
To Christopher Columbus, Gwenyth E. Hood
The Mythic Circle
I wonder at the fervor of your passion, Your dreams o f glory, gold and splendid wealth
On The Walls / Hero To His Captive Elfbride / Asphodel, Janet P. Reedman
On The Walls / Hero To His Captive Elfbride / Asphodel, Janet P. Reedman
The Mythic Circle
On the Walls: Under the shade of shattered walls, Remembered lives blow like dreams Hero to His Captive Elfbride: Dawn's light glitters on faded mountain tarn Asphodel: Caught in the shadows the keep cast
An Exploration Of Sound & Sense In Poetry, Stephen Carden
An Exploration Of Sound & Sense In Poetry, Stephen Carden
Masters Theses & Specialist Projects
Various theorists have treated the problem of sound and sense in poetry. The influence of sound in poetry can be found both in the overall musical structure of a poem and in the internal sounds of rhythm and diction. Plato suggests that rhythm and harmony have a direct effect on man, and can establish either balance or disproportion within the soul. The debate whether sound determines sense or sense determines sound is rejected in favor of a third possibility: an interdependent relationship between sound and sense, an intrinsic formal structure, as the ideal governing the creation of poetry. Further, Aristotle …
1991 Forces, Peggy Brown
One Sunday My Son / Cassandra, Dirk J. Verhulst
One Sunday My Son / Cassandra, Dirk J. Verhulst
The Mythic Circle
One Sunday My Son: One Sunday my son ran into the orchard behind the house. Cassandra: You have heard the children cry from the water below the rock: the earth red with blood from the feast of the father.
Civic Hospital, Emergency Ward / Reluctant Spring, Dirk J. Verhulst
Civic Hospital, Emergency Ward / Reluctant Spring, Dirk J. Verhulst
The Mythic Circle
Civic Hospital, Emergency Ward: In the waiting room my wife rests her pain on my shoulder; the broken bones are hidden below the surface of her skin. Reluctant Spring: This spring the birds fly low above the trees; their new green skin not yet able to hide the bones of branches.
Seamist For Two Voices, Clelie Rich
Seamist For Two Voices, Clelie Rich
The Mythic Circle
Who waits by the seashore, there on the rocks, grey and cold and forlorn?
Sean's Retort, Howard Tessler
Sean's Retort, Howard Tessler
The Mythic Circle
I hunt to fill my table; to sate my hunger.
Olde Ballade, Gwenyth E. Hood
Olde Ballade, Gwenyth E. Hood
The Mythic Circle
Come, listen to the Story Olde Of two Cities and a Friar Bolde
The Prodigal Son's Older Brother Wonders About The Right And Left Path, Dirk J. Verhulst
The Prodigal Son's Older Brother Wonders About The Right And Left Path, Dirk J. Verhulst
The Mythic Circle
I recognized first the old limp as you walked over the horizon on the road which disappears directly to the left of the sun
The Dream She Never Told You / The River Of Glass / Wooden Masks, Howard Tessler, Zan Agzigian
The Dream She Never Told You / The River Of Glass / Wooden Masks, Howard Tessler, Zan Agzigian
The Mythic Circle
The Dream She Never Told You: Colors dark and somber from a world buried deep in secrets and lore. The River of Glass: dream rocks in the lonely river black rocks smooth the water’s ripple in a mixture of reflection Wooden Masks: i felt the wake of wooden masks, and wept for city lights through swaying branches, raised
Signs Of The Times, Gwenyth E. Hood
Signs Of The Times, Gwenyth E. Hood
The Mythic Circle
The Cherry spread her blossoms in the fall White and dainty among the golden leaves, Before the deep-red-ivy coated wall
Red Hawk Song / Mount Lowe 1978 / Higher, David Sparenberg, Paul Newman
Red Hawk Song / Mount Lowe 1978 / Higher, David Sparenberg, Paul Newman
The Mythic Circle
Red Hawk Song: I admit that I love you. My heart sings strongly through the fires of my body. Mount Lowe 1978: Ruins rambled, too well sifted Higher: Watching the crows' realm, treetop mopers amidst cloud erasers of the blue.
The Silencebringers, David Sparenberg
The Silencebringers, David Sparenberg
The Mythic Circle
The man who loves the earth whose love is genuine
Medicine Cord, David Sparenberg
Medicine Cord, David Sparenberg
The Mythic Circle
I grasp in my hands today the tail feather of a hawk
Sonnet From A Dark Tower, Gwenyth E. Hood
Sonnet From A Dark Tower, Gwenyth E. Hood
The Mythic Circle
I dreamed a dream of dancing silver water that called a distant kingdom to my mind
Merlin's Winter / Eurydice In The Real World / Walking On Water, Clelie Rich
Merlin's Winter / Eurydice In The Real World / Walking On Water, Clelie Rich
The Mythic Circle
Merlin's Winter: Your season is over now. The Lady of the Lake has closed her villas for the winter Eurydice In The Real World: Orpheus crept unseen into his afterlife through the early dark Walking On Water: Sunset bleeds across the sky, stains my fingers saffron and peaches.
Now And Then / Wind, Maybe / Once Upon, Walter Kuchinsky
Now And Then / Wind, Maybe / Once Upon, Walter Kuchinsky
The Mythic Circle
Now and Then: Birds, there in the air and fish, there in the sea then, as now, as then are really one for me Wind, Maybe: Didn’t hear anything, last night Once Upon: ONCE UPON a late night, easy chair, living room, Pheasant Glen
Only Half A Moon Outside, Zan Agzigian
Only Half A Moon Outside, Zan Agzigian
The Mythic Circle
he mumbled low, hidden in past footsteps, beaming through the tom branches needling his head
The Politics Of Exile: Ama Ata Aidoo's Our Sister Killjoy, Gay Wilentz
The Politics Of Exile: Ama Ata Aidoo's Our Sister Killjoy, Gay Wilentz
Studies in 20th & 21st Century Literature
Ama Ata Aidoo's Our Sister Killjoy or Reflections from a Black-Eyed Squint is a relentless attack on the notions of exile as relief from the societal constraints of national development and freedom to live in a cultural environment conducive to creativity. In this personalized prose/poem, Aidoo questions certain prescribed theories of exile (including the reasons for exile)—particularly among African men. The novel exposes a rarely heard viewpoint in literature in English—that of the African woman exile. Aidoo's protagonist Sissie, as the "eye" of her people, is a sojourner in the "civilized" world of the colonizers. In this article, I examine …
Ua68/6/1 Zephyrus, Western Kentucky University
Ua68/6/1 Zephyrus, Western Kentucky University
Student Creative Writing
The fine arts magazine of Western Kentucky University at Bowling Green.