Odin Roark
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Death's BouquetA Poem by Odin RoarkFor an outsider, there’s a kind of magic in death when it’s ritualized in New Orleans. |
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Living the NightmareA Poem by Odin RoarkMany would argue the spirit of man has been so abused, that distinction between the sub-conscious perception and the conscious is destined to remain a.. |
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Sun/Cloud TreatiseA Poem by Odin RoarkAn exercise in sun and cloud perception. |
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To UnderstatndA Poem by Odin RoarkThe global war between the supernatural and science may remain a stalemate—a chess game with only fantasized victory. |
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Reflection the DeceiverA Poem by Odin Roark(An observation and reflection in progress) We so don’t know what the we’re trying to be…most of the time. |
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A Tin Cup's Memoir--KindaA Story by Odin RoarkThe life of many an inanimate deserves more than just ending in a junk heap. (Okay, I know it’s silly, but damn, gotta lighten up once in a whi.. |
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Imagination ImaginedA Poem by Odin RoarkA place we all visit sometime in life. |
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Wonder's DarknessA Poem by Odin RoarkThough not uncommon for rock climbers to start in predawn darkness, one was about to challenge his sensorial awareness beyond the norm. |
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BaggageA Poem by Odin RoarkIn a world that makes war over what a few think life should be, one is faced with the ancient conundrum and perhaps more irony as to what it is all ab.. |
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Love's Ebb and TideA Poem by Odin RoarkMost analogies for love fall short because of our refusal to consider its definition outside our narcissism. |
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