Renga.Mykl.org

playfully collecting likeable phrasings, and some of my own vaguely inspired by renga, created by Mykl, as curated in the @Renga microblog read this via: Facebook Twitter RSS or forage for phrases:

[rengregator]

Compar'd to these stormes, death is but a qualme, Hell somewhat lightsome, and the'Bermuda calme.

- John Donne, "The Storme"

[rengregator]

My mother is soil A warm brook and vengeful wind And I have her smile

- Johanna Quinn

[rengregator]

“no friends but the mountains”

[rengregator]

his head of stopped fire - Lola Haskins

[rengregator]

“The truth is written so clearly in everything that is erased.” - @Olive_Byrne

[rengregator]

and even the trees we walked under seemed less than trees and more like everything else

— Charles Bukowski

[rengregator]

I wanted to wade with the dead in muddy river water and fill the new holes in their beautiful bodies with rosemary. With snow white lilies and melted wax.

- Beth Gordon

[rengregator]

the words belong to borrowed silence.

[rengregator]

An apple blossom Trembling on a sunlit branch From the weight of bees.

- Richard Wright

[rengregator]

"from this height I can see the truth in miles"

[rengregator]

within her circle of notice

Samuel Johnson

[rengregator]

slumps of snow

Catherine Baker

[rengregator]

without sails masts on the hill sway creaking gray

[rengregator]

old trees filled with stars winter nigh

[rengregator]

Le ricchezze e la povertà sono le più antiche e mortali infermità delle repubbliche.

Plutarch

[rengregator]

second snow— a sparrow quakes one frosty sprig.

[riffing off Sage Stone]

[rengregator]

it will unbury a corpse, given time

Peter Bradshaw