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Part two of “Lady Of Attica” is now live on T.W.N. Enjoy! E.W.
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A moving picture postcard, animated scenery, and dramas taken from the pages of a scripted comedy. What is it you see? Just what you expect: Material from Vaudeville and conveniences that lack All purpose, life, and passion – Set designs so cold and wooden. Who is there behind it? Who has fed the Beast? Who…
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Heritage replaced with agendas Unvarnished truth replaced with convenience Warmth and joy replaced with icy stares Growth replaced with competitive stagnation The proof, it screams! The eyes unveiled. Such a burden they often bear Minds filled with endless queries Scavenger hunts that last an eternity Ridiculed and cut down, yet they still persevere Their questions…
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I arrived at a performance filled with laughter and joy A light-hearted comedy to shake off the dust of depression So many care-free moments filled with wide-eyed innocence. But then I briefly recalled my heart’s passion That key to illusions past, present, and future And it raised the second curtain on the theater before me.…
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Revelations made public Entering every home Tidings of swift retribution Utterly inescapable Riches turn to dust before them Naked truth given voice Three times the debt repaid Only the pure left standing Some balance finally restored Even the shadows disown you Neatly fulfilling the prophecy Disintegration of glamor Ends the age of terror…
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In my day, there was no image No multi-colored hues, Yet we had the steady drum beat – We had the Joker, too. My mother’s tears were wasted, Though I did it all for her – I sought to make my father proud. Oh, how the lies did burn! I never did remember The…
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It’s been quite some time since I posted a personal update here. I turned my site into a kind of online resume where people could read some of my poetry and take a look at my other credits as my career really takes off. However, with the new year, I’m putting together some new…
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He said, “Let there be light!” But was that all? Far from it… The Goddess and the God spin around and around Astaire and Rogers Divine To a celestial harmony Sung by Their Children infinitely. And as They part ways, in that empty space Is the memory of romance eternal They must dance the boundary…
Ena Whiteraven 