And sings the tune without the words –And never stops – at all For those still paying attention, words have flitted through my mind, for days, weeks, months, a year or more now, I think. Here, then gone. Poof! Just so you know. I haven’t gone away, I’ve just had a hard time catching words. So much, too much, all at once. I lost my … Continue reading “Hope is the thing with feathers That perches in the soul”
“No wonder that actual children become so anesthetized that they are content with the pseudo-stimuli of television, so that by adolescence they have to shoot up to feel. They sit in class without motivation, walk the streets in sullen rage, and seek desperately for sensuous transcendence in sounds, speeds and sex for an alternative script to the soulless and joyless dealing, handling, coping, managing life … Continue reading Right-Wing Rabbit Holes In Plain Sight
… like the god Odin’s one blood shot eye, observing, stirring, wondering at us all. Continue reading Hope Is The Last Friend To Leave
I’ve always mangled directions, never had the sense of it, can never find north, or which way I’ve been in relation to where I’m going. You know, the whole mall experience could get me all tangled up in no time, basically going back and forth the same way, walking into a store, and coming out and not knowing where I’d been, in regards to which … Continue reading Tell The Story, Of Death And Dichotomy, Amen
Back in the hedonistic 3 or so years I spent towards the end of a decade of wallowing in self-pity, at the Lake, a lovely cottage garden at my disposal to play with, a place, a scene, a rural route out of my imagination, surrounded by forests and those, such as myself, who shy away from the bulk and bustle of other humans, finding them, … Continue reading And Your Home Is Your Fortress, Your Garden The Moat, And Your Tongue The Drawbridge
Lately I often wonder if the next domino will be the Laws Of Gravity, as the world seems more topsy-turvy every single day. The news reads like I’ve woke inside the opening credits of some post-apocalyptic movie, as the film scrolls out the mistakes that people made, giving the background, something like the opening of Star Wars. Common are open displays of racism unheard of … Continue reading Feed The Bees
The other morning, outside assisting a customer, and what a shock the one 80-foot long (fine, 10ft) box doesn’t fit in her Yaris hatchback. Measuring tape, anyone? Anyone? If you were picking up a package, wouldn’t you do some measuring? So, there we are in our little conundrum, me freezing my ears off and about to say that she’ll have to leave it here and … Continue reading Keeping Hope Chained In The Closet
Raining in this misty kinda way yesterday, and had to go downtown to pick up a new router from my ISP, hence the photographs I posted yesterday. You know, one stone two birds or whatever that phrase is. The streets were almost deserted, which made my photographic mission a bit more difficult, hard to take portraits, you know, with no subjects, but I prevailed. Ran … Continue reading Of Miracles And Connections On A Rainy Day
some days like the other day, I just go wherever the colours take me and i become lost in Cherry blossoms against the blue of the sky and you almost forget everything the day, the week, even your very existence, with nothing left inside but hope and beauty, and the next breath is an eternity away It was a beautiful day, and feeling thankful, and … Continue reading lost & found wandering
Anticipation pounding in my chest. Butterfly nerves fluttering, as I walked in with this rare desire I’ve only read about in books or romantic comedies. You know, the pounding heart, hand shaking sort of desire. The sort of desire that comes forth outa some hidden place, that take one unawares. And so I ventured down, again, to blue.eyed.mans. We played horseshoes in the shade, out … Continue reading Why I Love Emotionally Unavailable Men
Suppose I’m as guilty as anyone, but still. Reading the LFP this morning and came across this; DEAR AMY: My husband was diagnosed with stage 4 pancreatic cancer last fall. He has been on chemotherapy, but two regimens have ceased to contain it and the overall prognosis is not good. At the most, it is unlikely he will survive more than a year from diagnosis. … Continue reading Dear Amy, How Do I Tell Them To Stop?
I heard the bells of St. Peters Basilica, and something inside me, something welled up, and spilt the banks of my eyes. Walking down the sidewalk, tears streaming down my face and I have not one single clue why. Oh, sure, lovely thing the chiming of church bells, and weddings are happy occasions (as that’s why they were chiming). Minute by minute, the first … Continue reading Damn October
That last summer I was at the Lake, Tim and I saw two rainbows, and not even a week apart. The photo in the featured image was taken September 19th, 2012 at 8:17AM, and the next one barely a week later on the 24th, and both of them were doubled. It was less the four weeks before Tim died, but of course we didn’t know … Continue reading PI in the sky
by PaulaB 