100 Day Project (Three) Kickoff
I started my first 100 day project a little over a year ago. For three months over the summer, I spent time during the week and much time over the weekends writ...
I started my first 100 day project a little over a year ago. For three months over the summer, I spent time during the week and much time over the weekends writ...
Well, I’ve come to the end of my first 100 day project! All in all, it’s been a success. I’ve written quite a bit of poetry … some good,...
DAY 97 (August 14th, 2017) Truth—is as old as God— Truth—is as old as God— His Twin identity And will endure as long as He A Co-Eternity...
DAY 95 (August 13th, 2017) The Heart has narrow Banks The Heart has narrow Banks It measures like the Sea In mighty—unremitting Bass And Blue Monotony Till Hurr...
DAY 93 (August 11th, 2017) Poetry And it was at that age . . . poetry arrived in search of me. I don’t know, I don’t know where it came from, from w...
DAY 91 (August 9th, 2017) Ah! Sun-flower Ah Sun-flower! weary of time, Who countest the steps of the Sun: Seeking after that sweet golden clime Where the travel...
DAY 89 (August 7th, 2017) To the Moon [fragment] Art thou pale for weariness Of climbing Heaven, and gazing on the earth, Wandering comp...
DAY 87 (August 5th, 2017) A Shropshire Lad XXXV: On the idle hill of summer On the idle hill of summer, Sleepy with the flow of streams, Far I hear ...
DAY 85 (August 3rd, 2017) For Each Ecstatic Instant For each ecstatic instant We must an anguish pay In keen and quivering ratio To the ecstasy. For each belove...
DAY 83 (August 1st, 2017) From the Book of Hours I am praying again, Awesome One. You hear me again, as words from the depths of me rush toward you in the wind....