Right now I am pretty much broke. However, I am fed, sheltered and loved and its good. I am however with glee looking forward to making my life more difficult. You just know when it’s right. So I’ve looked at couple of places, all small. One in particular last night is so charming, small as small, but I can work with that. Enough room for … Continue reading Difficult Times
I am plying the waters where poets dreamed and Mary made up monsters more easily we could reach the moon, as paddle that bohemian bay. again, the solitude of change and strange dreams of lands lie within that embrace; of these street sounds plying a new found beat enjoyed dreamed of yearned for from whence comes place nor person, but within the abstracted … Continue reading The Essence of Bravery
rhythm of street sounds fade from place to post and new faces dance within an abstracted oasis whilst the watching world reflects itself in the heart of nouns that enigmatic one breaths to every dying norm a wasted toiling tethered over this divine misadventure we go drifting down on sidewalks as we gather in a darkened mind pulling alittle tighter a lock or two more … Continue reading within the heart of nouns
“The poet is an anomaly in our culture. The goal of our culture is money and power. And that’s not exactly what poetry is about. What is it about? That’s a hard question. It’s about anything the human mind and unconscious can produce. And that’s infinite.” [Stanley Kunitz] And living life within the confines set by our society is certainly not what writing is about, … Continue reading A Poetic Vocation
Alas, my wait is at an end and this chick is gainfully EMPLOYED. WOOT WOOT !!!!! and HALLELUJAH When I was leaving the interview, the interviewer says “don’t worry, I was were you are 2 years ago. It will be ok.” Man. He was my age, actually, he said he chose my file because I graduated from High School the same year he did. Imagine … Continue reading Good Things
Holy Cow Batman, you would not believe the fur ONE lone dog can shed. There are tumbleweeds of golden fluffy bits of Irish ALL over. Everyday I sweep, I brush, and in the morning I awake…to find more tumbleweeds of golden downy fluff floating down the hall. It is in every shot of every flower I take here at the Homestead, so I decided to … Continue reading The Shedding Dog
an entanglement with a golden adieu, you are a tattered ray inspired by Weekly Photo Challenge: The Golden Hour Continue reading A Golden Hour
“Does It Pay” by Ella Wheeler Wilcox If one poor burdened toiler o’er life’s road, Who meets us by the way, Goes on less conscious of his galling load, Then life indeed, does pay. If we can show one troubled heart the gain, That lies alway in loss, Why, then, we too, are paid for all the pain Of bearing life’s hard cross. If some … Continue reading A Blessing for Sunday
When I was very young money was a foreign concept – which I suppose is common. For instance, I thought it was horrific that someone could die of cancer, just because there wasn’t enough money to save them. Or, that so many children died every day because they didn’t have enough food and would eventually die of starvation. It seemed somehow irrational that there was … Continue reading The Value of a Peaceful Mind
I’ve become very attached to these youngsters, called British Home Children. I never suspected there were so many in our township, but for the last few days I’ve discovered 16, and have been following the trail of two in particular. Here is a bit of their story. In late August of 1895 two boys, ages 13 and 10, departed from Liverpool and crossed the Atlantic … Continue reading Abandoned, But Not Forgotten
this post is for A WORD A WEEK CHALLENGE | DISTANT Continue reading Different Degrees of Distant
“GREGORY: Did you ever notice how we don’t tell family stories anymore? MONA: What do you mean? GREGORY: Families used to be made up of stories – their history – and those stories were told down through the generations. It’s where a family got its identity, the same way a neighborhood or even a country did. Now stories we share we get from television and … Continue reading Things My Mother Said
Even if it’s all fairy dust and candlelight I will still miss you. Continue reading Even if…
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