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Parker Owens

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  1. Parker Owens

    Chapter 1

    This is an intriguing start. Already, you make a genre that’s been burned over seem interesting again. Looking forward to more.
  2. Parker Owens

    Blind Justice

    This certainly fits as a chant; the accused cannot find his way out of the inexorable, inexplicable verdict. Very dramatic and tragic, too.
  3. Parker Owens

    Age and Unborn

    Oh, the black-edged, crepe hanging era still lingers, if only in different ways. If you were misdirected by Unborn, then I can smile. I’m glad you saw through it to the end. Thank you for your reading and comment.
  4. Parker Owens

    Four Varied Skyscrapers

    This can be a very expressive form, worth exploring and experimenting with. Thanks so much for reading these. Each had a different genesis; number one in rhythm, two in frustration, three in metaphor, four in sorrow.
  5. Went to the county fair yesterday. Saw some geometrically fascinating quilts, and some alien chickens...


    1. Valkyrie


      Chickens do come in some strange varieties... lol  

    2. northie


      OK ...  :huh: Like the body feathers, but not the puffball. 

    3. Valkyrie


      Awww... poor chicken.  And after she went through all that trouble to get her hair did... :gikkle:  

  6. Parker Owens

    Two Summer Sonnets

    Thank you, Gary. I've experienced a long drought, but maybe poetry is beginning to speak to me again. I'm glad you found Current to be as compelling as the tide that sweeps us along. I often seem to swim for those eddies and pools that let me linger in one place for just a bit longer - especially when the view is nice. Thanks again for reading.
  7. Beautiful, as you consider the unequal weight of each moment, of each quantum of time.
  8. Thank you for this lovely present.
  9. Parker Owens

    Two Summer Sonnets

    You are kind to read and remark on these. They came at the end of a longish drought. Thank you!
  10. Parker Owens

    Chapter 25: What Are the Odds

    I agree with @droughtquake : Gordon has uttered something incredibly wise. This is something to post on the inner walls of one's mind and heart to memorize. When the hell will we stop assuming and start listening again? Kohl is right to be scared for himself and for Gordon; it seems that Lloyd and Trong are perfectly capable of making them meet an unpleasant end. Any attempt at escape puts them into the hands of Neptune, chased by Priapus across the sea. It does not look good at all. One wonders what possible way Kohl and Gordon might appease or outfox the gods (and their acolytes) whom they have so vexed. If Kohl is indeed Ulysses, then he will have to be as clever as Homer ever was. As you are our modern-day Homer, I await further adventures with avid anticipation. Thank you!
  11. After Rain How different was the lightning riven night from fair blue skies which stretch from east to west, for pain and heartache mocked my youthful breast with bolts that struck the promise of delight to leave it charred and withered in my sight, a barren place devoid of hope or rest and me, exposed, no bower in which to nest beneath the clouds that lowered from the height. The years would pass before I saw a glow, your dawn on the horizon growing strong; in sunlight you embraced me, even though uncertain was I of our morning song; but you held fast so we in joy might know the cloudless day to which we both belong. Current Sweet river flow, and let none question whence those mystic waters rise and effervesce to clothe both grove and meadow in such dress as one might fault them for their opulence; your sparkling current carries travelers hence past promontories, points with no address to cataracts the heart might fail to guess must lead to waters silent of all sense. One can’t resist the soft insistent force to ease the swimmer in submersed embrace; the eddy running counter to the course might briefly let me savor time and place where you possess my body sans remorse to drown contented in your liquid grace.
  12. I like this. It takes on relativity in a way I enjoy thinking about. Definitely worth continuing to work with, in my tiny opinion.
  13. Parker Owens

    Chapter 1

    Thank you very, very much. I really appreciate your comment. This was one of my favorites.
  14. Parker Owens

    to cheat God's plan

    Thank you for posting these two powerful sonnets. To be honest is the true elegance... These words lay hold of me, make me consider carefully. And as you extend the thought, so does my mind continue to do the same in parallel. You provoke me to deeper thinking. And then, as I ponder, I encounter your next sonnet. Again, I am challenged by honesty and the dishonest use of the camera, that touchstone of the true. These two sonnets are brilliantly presented, that we must read them in order. Bravo.
  15. Parker Owens

    Dead-Composers Society

    Am traveling over an hour to hear a carillon concert. Rain threatens, but I hope it holds off. Here is what it might sound like...only outdoors.
  16. Parker Owens

    Haibun at Concord

    You are very kind to read and comment on these somewhat melancholy reflections at Concord. It seemed that the whole point of remembering had been forgotten - or perhaps the memories were taken quite for granted. Emerson would wonder at us, surely.
  17. Parker Owens


    These words speak so eloquently, and with such sadness. The impossibility of some questions, their inability to yield to computation or logic or reason, these can injure the spirit. I offer you my hand for your weariness, and for your spirit.
  18. Parker Owens

    Haibun at Concord

    Thoreau lived in a way utterly alien to most of the people I encountered that wedding weekend. We would be like visitors from a different galaxy to him, perhaps - yet all the more terrifying as we claim language and heritage in common. I danced at the wedding - what would Thoreau have thought about Sinatra?
  19. I wept. Beautifully written, but so very close to home.
  20. Parker Owens

    Haibun at Concord

    I couldn’t help wondering about how we would seem in the eyes of the people we remember from that place. I particularly thought about Thoreau, and what he would have to say about us now. Thanks very much for reading this.
  21. Parker Owens

    Haibun at Concord

    You have it exactly. My head - and perhaps my heart, too - was definitely with the ghosts of those who made Concord’s name, and not its current occupants. Thank you for visiting with me; and the wedding which followed was quite lovely.
  22. Parker Owens

    Haibun at Concord

    I traveled to Boston for a large family wedding. The morning before the ceremony, I had time to kill, and decided to escape the urban summer heat and go to Concord, home of Louisa May Alcott, Ralph Waldo Emerson, and Henry David Thoreau. There, too, are historic sites, where British redcoats faced a ragged militia in a running skirmish which ignited the American Revolution. I found directions to Orchard House, home of Louisa May Alcott, a writer of considerable following. My great aunt, who owned a bookstore in the Great Depression, could quote her. My car fit in the last parking place where you played and harvested apples; tourists swarm, imagining you imagining, wondering how you wrote your stories without internet or coffee shop. I drove past Walden Pond, but found the parking areas closed. Weekend visitors were already flocking to the Massachusetts state park now occupying the pond where Thoreau spent days pondering the nature of mankind and one’s relationship to the community. I pondered, what you would make of them, the summer crowds flocking to your pond, where once Nature caressed you in her green retreat; they now blare wireless banality and strew wood and water with litter. There was plenty of parking at the Old North Bridge, where British soldiers fired upon advancing Minutemen. The Emerson family could watch it all from the windows of their home not two hundred yards away. Later, it was possible to walk a portion of the Battle Road, the long road back from Concord to Boston, made all the worse for the British soldiers by the incessant flanking attacks from the irregular American militias. Spandex clad, middle aged, overweight suburbanites jog and pedal past, heedless of the battle and the lives lost here; the Shot Heard ‘Round the World is silenced by cell phone chatter and bikes passing.
  23. Parker Owens

    Scattered and Afterlife

    I love both of these. You evoke images and backstories that let my imagination explore.
  24. Parker Owens

    Life Happenings

    And you know I - and all of us - will be thinking of you.

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