“Some people never go crazy. What truly horrible lives they must lead.” ~ Charles Bukowski Transparency You may have noticed I went radio-silent for most of last year. If you’re reading this, you may be one of those lovely people who’s become invested in the stories I tell. First of all, thank you. I haven’tContinue reading “Transparency & The Hero’s Journey”
Author Archives: L.J.K. Oliva
Sunday #Poetry: Prayer To Persephone
“Poetry is truth in its Sunday clothes.” ~Joseph Roux “Prayer to Persephone” Edna St. Vincent Millay BE to her, Persephone, All the things I might not be: Take her head upon your knee. She that was so proud and wild, Flippant, arrogant and free, She that had no need of me, Is a littleContinue reading “Sunday #Poetry: Prayer To Persephone”
Sunday #Poetry: The Kindly Rain
“Poetry is truth in its Sunday clothes.” ~Joseph Roux “The Kindly Rain” Du Fu translated by W. J. B. Fletcher THE kindly rain its proper season knows. With gentle Spring aye born in fitting hour. Along the Wind with cloaking Night it goes. Enmoistening, fine, inaudible it flows. The clouds the mountain paths in darknessContinue reading “Sunday #Poetry: The Kindly Rain”
Sunday #Poetry: Vile Spring
“Poetry is truth in its Sunday clothes.” ~Joseph Roux “Vile Spring” Pierre-Jean de Béranger translated by Wilfrid Thorley I SAW her at her window set, Myself at mine all winter through; And well we loved who’d never met, Our kisses crossed the avenue. Between the lindens bare of green The sight of her made allContinue reading “Sunday #Poetry: Vile Spring”
Sunday #Poetry: Mid Winter
“Poetry is truth in its Sunday clothes.” ~Joseph Roux “Mid Winter” Carolyn Crosby Wilson IF I were God, I’d mould hills rolling low, Smooth them and shape them, sift them deep with snow, And scatter them with furze that they might lie Softly, against the wide deep-tinted sky. In slow caress my forming hand wouldContinue reading “Sunday #Poetry: Mid Winter”
Subversive San Francisco
Originally posted on Para Your Normal (May 2, 2016) When I was first approached with the topic “paranormal San Francisco”, I had to take a few days to think. I realized there were a couple ways I could approach it. The first way would have been to talk about the actual paranormal community in SanContinue reading “Subversive San Francisco”
Sunday #Poetry: Woods In Winter
“Poetry is truth in its Sunday clothes.” ~Joseph Roux “Woods In Winter” Henry Wadsworth Longfellow WHEN winter winds are piercing chill, And through the hawthorn blows the gale, With solemn feet I tread the hill, That overbrows the lonely vale. O’er the bare upland, and away Through the long reach of desert woods, The embracingContinue reading “Sunday #Poetry: Woods In Winter”
December, 2017
Happy New Year! I hope your holidays were everything holidays are supposed to be. I know mine were. December was a whirlwind of Christmas symphonies, tree-decorating, cookies, cocktails, and overall goodwill. While I did manage to squeeze a few words in, writing had to take a knee much of the time (I’m back at itContinue reading “December, 2017”
Sunday #Poetry: Snow Man
“Poetry is truth in its Sunday clothes.” ~Joseph Roux “Snow Man” Wallace Stevens ONE must have a mind of winter To regard the frost and the boughs Of the pine-trees crusted with snow; And have been cold a long time To behold the junipers shagged with ice, The spruces rough in the distant glitter OfContinue reading “Sunday #Poetry: Snow Man”
Sunday #Poetry: Ring Out, Wild Bells
“Poetry is truth in its Sunday clothes.” ~Joseph Roux “Ring Out, Wild Bells” Alfred Lord Tennyson RING out, wild bells, to the wild sky, The flying cloud, the frosty light; The year is dying in the night; Ring out, wild bells, and let him die. Ring out the old, ring in the new, Ring, happyContinue reading “Sunday #Poetry: Ring Out, Wild Bells”
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