To Mama
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Saturday, May 9, 2020
Friday, April 10, 2020
I Don't Understand How They Do It, But...
A virtual “performance” featuring 150 members of the San Francisco Gay men's choir singing together – from their respective homes dedicated to the ‘Truly Brave’ first responders and healthcare workers on the frontlines of COVID-19,” the chorus posted with the video. “You are our heroes.” My... Sign in to see full entry.
Wednesday, April 8, 2020
Rise And Shine
A glorious sun breaking through fog--another Covid-19 day Sign in to see full entry.
Monday, December 31, 2018
Tomorrow
Tonight I opened a new book Its pages are blank, clean, no wrinkles, no tears, no fingerprints. A new pen is waiting, ready for the first script, the first thoughts that come to my mind for the beginning of the new year.... tomorrow. Sign in to see full entry.
Thursday, December 27, 2018
Perhaps Theocritus
It's time to turn to prosody and try a poem or two... Or a haiku... but I can't seem to even begin... Perhaps an eclogue would clear the brainfog. Sign in to see full entry.
Monday, October 29, 2018
Thanks To Pat_B
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Friday, October 5, 2018
A Few Of My Favorite Things
So many of my favorite things light my fire, give my heart wings take my thoughts to far-away places remind me of beloved faces.... just simple things: a window where the light shines in, a garden with trees, a comfortable easy chair, a little table, a book, a tiny boquet of violets, a cup of coffee... Sign in to see full entry.
Thursday, June 14, 2018
An Offering From Ribcage
You found a mite but I just a stiver. You bought two chiclets I couldn't afford either. My land's a peneplain Yours top the mesa.... But you are no better I say to your face-ah! Ribcage and I are always playing around. He starts something and then tells me to finish it. In this case, the last two... Sign in to see full entry.
Sunday, May 6, 2018
The Photograph
It Speaks To Me The photograph speaks to me. It carries me back to the day I stood at the edge of both babbling brook, and a decision about you. It sings to me of the place I was going, and the place from whence I had come. It makes me breathe of pure mountain air, the fog surrounding and closing... Sign in to see full entry.
Tuesday, April 24, 2018
The Gentle Season
Full bloom the redbud trees reach skyward with their blossoms magenta fingers waving as gentle breezes warm and scented in sunshine bright call, "Look! Look! It is spring again." Sign in to see full entry.