User:Whiteflame
Prose, Stories, etc.
The Mare in the Moonlight, one of my first short stories. It is a bit choppy in style due to my former focus purely on poetry and my poetic style. I hope to revise it sometime soon now that I am getting a better hang of prose.
Catastrophe and Whispers in the Meadow, a novel
I just wanted to note that this is not meant to be a religious novel. The views of the narrator are not mine, but her own. She is who she is. Rather, this is an existential work as can be seen through Scot's views and all of the inexplicable absurdities that occur. Of course, the narrator's views will change as the novel progresses.
Part 1:
Older Poetry
Beauty in White Flames, the poem that, in essence, started it all. This poem indicates the beginning of my ostracization from society as it was submitted to a competition and scorned greatly. I went into a brooding depression afterwards (for many, many reasons) and have only recently recovered with the help of a good friend, Kevin Rooste.
Upon My Future Death or Transfiguration
Before the Break of Day, a very vivid dream I once had
New Poetry
Mustaño, an elegy
A Young Horse Floats in a Pond of Grass
As it may, the heart be known?
Sonnet Sequence
(incomplete - will consist of ten sonnets)
"Perspectives" Sequence
(incomplete)
"Poems of Equus" Sequence
This sequence is a set of poems that goes with a symphonic suite to complete the works. I wrote these three poems first, then the three movements that correspond to them. Afterwards, I wrote the last three movements of the symphony, and I have yet to write the last three poems. Perhaps, if allowed, I will upload midi files of the music.
Non-Transformational Poetry
I realize that none of this is transformation oriented, but all of these poems relate in theme in some way. I always snuck in refrences to my desire to be a horse, which passed unnoticed. ;-) I haven't put links to the poetry category because I do not wish to clutter the transformation poems with these.
Older Poetry
Circulationoitalucric, yay riddles!
The Skewing of Time: A Land's Requiem
New Poetry
Watching a Pair of Horses and a Human After a Brief Trip on Foot Along a Paved Road in the Morning
Lying in Bed One Night in June
A Letter to the Deceased Poet James Wright
Nature's Land, another riddle poem
I am Reminded of Thoreau, Standing Beside a Pond Located Near a Retirement Center
[[A Light Bush Bashing in the Style of Geoffrey Chaucer (1343-1400) in Couplets of Iambic Pentameter]]