Monthly Archives: May 2018

New Rose Buds Open

New rose buds open Above the fallen petals That the kids tore up

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The Lands by the Waters – An Ucaptian Myth (1)

I had a very rough week, and you know what that means! Conlanging! This week, it’s finally time for the next chapter in the Saharan Seas Story. We followed the Hurrians from their homeland in Anatolia down to the Nile … Continue reading

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A Fir Tree’s New Growth,

A fir tree’s new growth, A bumblebee rests on it. Give me a moment.

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My Little Pony

You might remember last week when I made up a language for My Little Pony. The process taught me a lot, but what matters is I got a pretty good grammar and lexicon for the Proto-Pony language. In any case, … Continue reading

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How to make a conlang

You might remember last week when I made up a language for My Little Pony. The process taught me a lot – I think I have A Method now for quick-and-easy language creation. Note that I haven’t actually done this yet, … Continue reading

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Clouds Pile on Mountains

Clouds pile on mountains. Poppies float among the grass. Soon there will be seeds.

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The Rain on My Grass

The rain on my grass Gives it what it needs to grow And keeps the kids off

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Grimm’s Law

This one is dedicated to Melissa Walshe “Back in the days when it was still of help to wish for a thing,” muttered Jacob Grimm, “a younger brother dragged his elder brother deep into the wild woods in an attempt … Continue reading

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Wisteria Leaves

Wisteria leaves Cut away from holes of light. New leaves will grow there.  

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A Stump is my Seat

A stump is my seat. An aphid crawls on my sleeve. My blood cleans itself.

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