http://www.shadowofiris.comen-USSun, 16 Jun 2013 23:46:43 PDThttp://wordpress.org/?v=3.5.1hourly1fantasy,gothicArts/Literaturepodcast@shadowofiris.commatt at shadow of irismatt at shadow of irisnofantasy,gothicAn excursion into the imagination ...A podcast of poetry and fiction containing gothic and fantasy elements.http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/shadowofiris/~3/rbLv7TmFt-A/featuredpoempodcast@shadowofiris.com (matt at shadow of iris)Tue, 11 Jun 2013 21:49:39 PDThttp://www.shadowofiris.com/?p=8048I don’t want to live in a world where there’s no privacy and therefore no room for intellectual exploration and creativity. – Edward Snowden, a whistleblower The whistleblower, a poem Decisive action is not due process; it is an arm hacked off here and there, before it does any harm; you are not the good [...]http://www.shadowofiris.com/poem-about-whistleblower/feed/6http://www.shadowofiris.com/poem-about-whistleblower/?utm_source=rss&utm_medium=rss&utm_campaign=poem-about-whistleblowerhttp://feedproxy.google.com/~r/shadowofiris/~3/gTu3KZUIQW4/featuredpoempodcast@shadowofiris.com (matt at shadow of iris)Mon, 03 Jun 2013 16:50:40 PDThttp://www.shadowofiris.com/?p=7976Here be a poem in four to the theme of murder galore; to the first let it be said it’s my own so do not take it to be a clone; and the next shall I say, well it’s just some word play; but the third be a creeper and the last no cheaper. Poetic [...]http://www.shadowofiris.com/murder-poems/feed/0http://www.shadowofiris.com/murder-poems/?utm_source=rss&utm_medium=rss&utm_campaign=murder-poemshttp://feedproxy.google.com/~r/shadowofiris/~3/-JMcf_9Dwk8/featuredformspoempodcast@shadowofiris.com (matt at shadow of iris)Wed, 22 May 2013 04:00:43 PDThttp://www.shadowofiris.com/?p=7811Villanelle poems are more appropriately called villanelles for a villanelle poem is a redundancy. – anonymous He then speaks of composition, and asks his friend who could possibly bear the villanelle, or ballads of forty or fifty years ago? Which now seem both in regard to words and music, the production of some strolling, blind [...]http://www.shadowofiris.com/villanelle-poems/feed/6http://www.shadowofiris.com/villanelle-poems/?utm_source=rss&utm_medium=rss&utm_campaign=villanelle-poemshttp://feedproxy.google.com/~r/shadowofiris/~3/ZhxbdoPeXO8/poemvoicespodcast@shadowofiris.com (matt at shadow of iris)Fri, 17 May 2013 23:47:04 PDThttp://www.shadowofiris.com/?p=7770Disentangled, they stumble up, and again with eager feet, though less active, the course resume. – Richard Kelsey Broadly speaking, I’ve stumbled up over hidden secrets, shadow cants, illicit codes, cryptic ciphers; I’m some place west of dreams where it all stops      churning inside my head until I’m left with a fragment of a sliver [...]http://www.shadowofiris.com/stumble-up-voices/feed/4http://www.shadowofiris.com/stumble-up-voices/?utm_source=rss&utm_medium=rss&utm_campaign=stumble-up-voiceshttp://feedproxy.google.com/~r/shadowofiris/~3/g85n9BJ04r4/featuredpoeminterventionloveskeletonpodcast@shadowofiris.com (matt at shadow of iris)Fri, 10 May 2013 15:44:08 PDThttp://www.shadowofiris.com/?p=7758The central authorities announce that time has gone into stasis; innocent observers chalk it up to another knock-on effect of that same old misdirected love. But when you put it that way, when you cite Fear and unwarranted exchange, I’m suffered to remember that there’s a cold stealing across my sluggish bones toward an obvious [...]http://www.shadowofiris.com/intervention-poem/feed/2http://www.shadowofiris.com/intervention-poem/?utm_source=rss&utm_medium=rss&utm_campaign=intervention-poemhttp://feedproxy.google.com/~r/shadowofiris/~3/NV9rNjvUVKw/poempodcast@shadowofiris.com (matt at shadow of iris)Thu, 09 May 2013 00:21:52 PDThttp://www.shadowofiris.com/?p=7732“Henceforth all poetry is dead.” – Henry B. Hirst, 1850 “There is a saying abroad to the effect that poetry is dead and buried. It has become a catch-phrase.” – John G. Neihardt, 1912 “Unfortunately faith is gone, and poetry is dead.” – Umberto Eco, 1989 “But tonight, why not – poetry is dead. Let [...]http://www.shadowofiris.com/poetry-is-dead-voices/feed/12http://www.shadowofiris.com/poetry-is-dead-voices/?utm_source=rss&utm_medium=rss&utm_campaign=poetry-is-dead-voiceshttp://feedproxy.google.com/~r/shadowofiris/~3/42o5eKVeVa0/featuredpoempodcast@shadowofiris.com (matt at shadow of iris)Wed, 01 May 2013 15:24:29 PDThttp://www.shadowofiris.com/?p=7682photo by Christian Mehführer at fotopedia twilight poem i Meek twilight hurry across this earthly ball, fling your pale shadowy robe — I’ll stray through tangled trees, where no rude sounds dare linger, I’ll hear from the dewy spray the sounds of Philomela, her sweet, melancholy song played to the cadence of a dying saint. [...]http://www.shadowofiris.com/twilight-poems/feed/0http://www.shadowofiris.com/twilight-poems/?utm_source=rss&utm_medium=rss&utm_campaign=twilight-poemshttp://feedproxy.google.com/~r/shadowofiris/~3/NPRNPNXHLpk/poemvoicespodcast@shadowofiris.com (matt at shadow of iris)Thu, 25 Apr 2013 19:46:07 PDThttp://www.shadowofiris.com/?p=7658rubble zone, a poem Bawdy bombs fell from the sky in great blue bursts of obscene booms, and when the men had had their flashy fun the rubble kings told their rubble women to go out and gather it all up, all the shattered bits and pieces; so as they could make rubble jewelry with [...]http://www.shadowofiris.com/rubble-zone-voices/feed/4http://www.shadowofiris.com/rubble-zone-voices/?utm_source=rss&utm_medium=rss&utm_campaign=rubble-zone-voiceshttp://feedproxy.google.com/~r/shadowofiris/~3/kVjfZ5vdCJ8/featuredpoemheavenlovespiralspodcast@shadowofiris.com (matt at shadow of iris)Wed, 24 Apr 2013 02:30:37 PDThttp://www.shadowofiris.com/?p=7636The rainbow dies in heaven, and not on earth; But love can never die; from world to world, Up the high wheel of heaven, it lives for aye. – Philip James Bailey, Festus: a poem. rainbow poem After his lover had left him he spent each day in his room held up and alone as [...]http://www.shadowofiris.com/rainbow-poem/feed/6http://www.shadowofiris.com/rainbow-poem/?utm_source=rss&utm_medium=rss&utm_campaign=rainbow-poemhttp://feedproxy.google.com/~r/shadowofiris/~3/GNl1iXfjJXQ/poemvoicespodcast@shadowofiris.com (matt at shadow of iris)Sat, 20 Apr 2013 20:32:36 PDThttp://www.shadowofiris.com/?p=7571Ghosts whisper secrets I listen and forget sins I’ve known on mornings after; letters on a pillow, a history lost on butterfly wings.      – matt at shadow of iris Excellent voices from around the Internet, follow the links … Ghost Signs there, decaying ghostly recollections, once steady hand and eye, careful balance etched in [...]http://www.shadowofiris.com/ghost-whisper-secrets-voices/feed/0http://www.shadowofiris.com/ghost-whisper-secrets-voices/?utm_source=rss&utm_medium=rss&utm_campaign=ghost-whisper-secrets-voicesmatt at shadow of irisnonadultAn excursion into the imagination ...