is all around us
all the time
in the finch's chirping
and in its egg
in the setting sun
and the rising moon
in the cloudy sky
and the sink-into-me sofa
in the radio waves
and the ocean's too
in sweaty goosebumps
and coming in from the cold
in a single ice cube
and a pale blue glacier
in every instrument every invented
flute spoon harmonica didgeridoo saxophone washboard…
There's a poem in Amarillo,
miles from the lone tumbleweed
I saw rolling east beside the road
as we rolled toward the setting sun.
It is a wide open, brown-land,
as-we-head-southwest, almost lonely
kind of thing that includes making brownies
in a big field shared with a few scattered Rvs.
A green-shirted, long-haired boy paces
back and forth beside me,
chanting a story he makes up
They say great artists’ merits are never really acknowledged in their lifetimes, but maybe this holiday we could make an exception and instead of supporting Big Box stores or blah malls, see if we can throw a few crumbs toward working writers, musicians and painters.
If anyone reading this has…Continue
Sunday spent alone as rain
steadily falls in hushed tones
rivulets on window panes…Continue
It's 3 o'clock in the morning here and I can't sleep. A dear friend of mine once wrote that "The problems of the world are huge. None of us can solve them all. We are all mostly busy dealing with the minutiae of our own daily existence." As deeply disturbed as I am by recent events, neither my outrage nor my prayers can undo them.
My friend also wrote that "love is all there is," so that's what I'm going to focus on. These words are for him.…Continue
It seems that I am finally reaching a level of acceptance with life. Did you know that life is a series of mundane events? As much as I have railed against it, as much as I have fought to disprove it, I am finally conceding the fight.
To paraphrase Rose Tyler from Dr. Who, "What, I'm supposed to just go to work every day and drop off at the pub for some fish and chips? How…Continue
When I read Brazen princess's latest post, Why Jane Asten Still Kicks Ass, it suddenly occurred to me that I had forgotten this stellar famed author's birthday!
So for anyone who may happen to be interested, we are showing the well acted (albeit "creatively" adapted) Mansfield Park in Special Events Chat starting at 7PM EST this evening.
The show starts in a few minutes, with a…Continue
I continue to be horrified by the events of Friday in Connecticut. I am not unusual in this; all of my friends have shed tears over such meaningless brutality even though, as Obama put it, it's something we've seen far too often already. It's not something that's happened in our own community or even country, yet it's profoundly affected everyone I know.
On Friday night I dosed myself up with coffee, ibuprofen and cocodamol in order to go out for my work's Christmas Do. I'd been in…Continue
I needed a break from the mourning. For some odd reason, I feel numb to the anguish that is being repeated hour after hour on cable news stations. It’s as if my mind has shut itself down to protect me from the images that keep threatening to invade my consciousness. I was a teacher once. My students were 6 and 7 and 8 years of age. Their little faces keep floating into my line of vision.
What was the scene in those classrooms? What were they feeling? How many children remained…Continue
Jane Austen in her cottage
garden at Chawton.
Painting by Tom Clifford, 2002…
I deserve better than you
never thought i'd feel that way
you have been very good for me
demanding in ways that are beneficial
but you withhold too much
a dance of she loves me, she loves me not
always asking me to hold on looser, or better yet, not at all
to give everything, while you are free to follow every inconstant whim
our gifts to each other indicative of our love-
yours- a hat that fits your head and gloves that are made of leather
One of my least favorite classes in high school was chemistry with Mr. Ca-Ca.
In addition to his other problems, he was tremendously disorganized. Completed homework assignments vanished into the black hole of his office and never reemerged with a grade. He did not always remember where we were in the book and would lecture on the wrong section in a chapter, and on several occasions, he gave out quizzes to the…Continue
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The New York Times is reporting Adam Lanza, the alleged shooter who murdered twenty children and six adults at Sandy Hook Elementary School in Newtown, CT, was on the…Continue
A poem, I told myself
write a poem about something
now I stare at a blank page and wonder
how can I have so much to say and no words?
I want, I want, I want
to know what path I need to be on
to figure out how to find the path
to break what is broken and blocking a full life inside of me
to get to the root
splintered roots, breaking through everywhere, through solid-seeming ground,
The Truebloods were having one of their rare arguments. Harold wanted to interrogate their 12-year-old son, Randy, about the mass poisoning at Ronald Reagan Middle School. Miriam was opposed.
“He didn't drink any. He doesn't drink sodas. It…Continue
I have a friend who survived the Our Lady of the Angels Elementary School Fire, a horrific event that occurred on December 1, 1958 in Chicago. 92 children and three nuns, lost their lives, with scores more…Continue
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Like television viewers here in the US and around the globe, I have been overwhelmed by the coverage of the Newtown, CT massacre of schoolchildren and their educators. Overwhelmingly the victims of that tragedy were little ones between the ages of 6 and 10 years, so the term “slaughter of the innocents” applies.
In the endless coverage the Newtown, Connecticut slaughter if innocents I hear references to gun reform— so-called liberals on one side saying it’s time for America to get rid…Continue
This is a story of a teenaged boy whom I will call Ignacio. He was brought to America from a village in South America to live in a small town for a year as a foreign exchange student.
He lived with the Cash family. Mr. Cash owned a feed and grain store, and Mrs. Cash was a homemaker. They had three children, a boy about Ignacio’s age and two girls, one older and one younger.
Mrs. Cash wanted to climb the social ladder in the small town where they lived. …Continue
Spend some time following R-bloggers, and each day, on average, is another posting detailing how to get rich with yet another "trading" algorithm/strategy. Never mind that Galbraith got it right decades ago: "Financial genius is a rising stock market". Today brings yet more evidence that he's right.
What's disappointing with today's piece: it…
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