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What might be going on in the head of the “chosen one” during the next few weeks of self-imposed isolation? One is reminded of the Bard’s Richard. (I... The birds are on the move again. It''s fascinating to be adjacent to a major flyway. It was freezing cold and raining. We had just watched a plane leave the Boise Airport when my 7 year old son said, "I don't like it when Kate is gone.... Whether it's redistribution of wealth, a student walk-out, or a much needed redistribution of sanity in our governance, as we try so hard to acquire s... Wishing everyone here at AD a Merry Christmas and a New Year filled with blessings and joy... An older poem, retold. The image is from my work decades ago in an intaglio printmaking class. The design was hand-etched into copper; the subject was... While artists make use of low winter light like this, those in sick beds like so many with one form of coronavirus or another, watching the light move... "Through dusk to dawn and on and on day through night to day / The turning light returning will not turn me away" This poem tells about an father who is going to teach his son a fact about snowflakes. The child''s reply makes the adult wonder. Whether it's redistribution of wealth, movements in the parks, or a much needed redistribution of sanity, as we try so hard to acquire some kind of un... As the new season beckons around the corner, discovering the warmth of winter’s value has succumbed to Man’s irresponsibility with Earth’s air. (Image... This is an exercise for me....I do not naturally write in rhyme and meter ... this is only my third poem of that sort...it is difficult for me....and ... As we are in a winter season unlike any other, one is reminded of the solace derived from a sensorial arrest of Nature and the inherent metaphors. Wh... Photography by Kimmy Van Kooten, "Out The Drive"; optimized
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Where you are right now, must be where you want to be.
If not, then ... - For sleepless nights of a writer way back, sometimes it was the simplest of word groundings that did the trick. (Image by pinterest) For those friends and family who have gone on before. Thankfully, each has left behind something lasting of themselves. And though none of them are he... Given the everyday “downer” news and information regarding the world, finding the right format for what needs grounding is troublesome at times... esp... There comes a time when aging habitually reminds one of layered experiences that progressively become understandable as positive happenings… some nega... "By three methods we may learn wisdom: First, by reflection, which is noblest; Second, by imitation, which is easiest; and third by experience, which ... This poem was inspired by Andre Bendavi Ben-Yehu''s recent post Calling the Name of God. It is done in 1-22-333-44-1 rhyme and 9-9-18-9-9 lines. Oil painting by artist unknown. It''s that time of the year when our thoughts stray to dear friends...that have been rewarded with a ''better home''...and they are missed |
