By Charles Robert Lindholm
The Lone Wolf Lives
In Solitary Silence
He Lays Down
Alone
At Night
A Master Hunter
An Endless Hunger
An Aching Need
He Has To Fight Continue reading
LONE WOLF – ENCORE
Day: January 20, 2019
IN LOVE WITH THE MOON
By Charles Robert Lindholm
The Wolf Howls For Her Continue reading
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Hang in there ( Micro poetry)
“If you remember me, then I don’t care if everyone else forgets.”
“If you remember me, then I don’t care if everyone else forgets.”
Haruki Murakami, book quote from Kafka on the Shore
Durso’s 6 Advices for Writers: “don’t pay too much attention to what people say about your work….”
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“What advice would you offer young writers?” – JD DeHart
“Ah, advice.
[1] Well first off, don’t pay too much attention to what people say about your work.
[2] Just keep plugging along trying to find your own voice,
[3] keep reading and
[4] don’t be concerned with trying to emulate other writers but let them feed your imagination and open you up to other ways of doing things.
[5] And don’t be always looking for inspiration. It will come when it comes, but
[6] just develop the discipline you will need to get the work done because in the final analysis it’s the discipline that will carry you through to the end.” Source
Leonard Durso, writer, educator, author’s blog
“Don’t try to figure out what other people want to hear from you; figure out what you…”
“Don’t try to figure out what other people want to hear from you; figure out what you have to say. It’s the one and only thing you have to offer.
– Barbara Kingsolver, writer
In Memory: “If you have ever been poor, once is enough.”
“If you have ever been poor, once is enough.
Once you’ve been poor and black and you survive, there’s nothing left to be afraid of.”
Source: Barbara Proctor, first African American woman to own an advertising agency, dies at 86
Barbara Proctor,1930-2018, business figure
Beautiful Uppercut – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon
Photo: unsplash.com
Beautiful Uppercut
Some things just aren’t right,
we were talking about slogans,
we were talking about plight,
but we were polarity,
binary to a tee,
I could see his humanity,
I could beg to differ,
on this pleasant cliff of pontification,
suffered tolerably over a beer.
But when he blamed the victims,
well,
that’s when I hit him,
and my words curled in a beautiful uppercut,
that knocked the wind out of his
sails of ignorance.
Some things just aren’t right,
and the violence of ignorance,
is intolerable,
and, when he confessed,
well,
that’s when I bought him a beer.
©Paul Vincent Cannon
Paul, pvcann.com
The Reluctant Poet 