Bad Love Affair
Fades the autumn rose
paled on her petals,
memories of sunny days
times it rained on you and me,
sometimes, there were quiet…Continue
If you want to communicate with me about what I posted this morning on OS, please reply to this post. This will make sense if you read my OS (other OS) post, which I'll duplicate here:
Open Salon is currently functioning worse than I've seen it in about 2 1/2 years of blogging here.
No one I know is getting e-mail notification of comments or PM's.
America was its good old, stubborn, sassy self yesterday.
We refused to be "bought." Or sold.
Or--and this is most important--fooled by cynical political strategists with a…Continue
birth of the Christ child
commercials with more tinsel
Added by Blinddream on November 7, 2012 at 6:52am — No Comments
Walking my dog this morning as the blustery edge of a Nor’Easter plucked at my little island, I saw a woman about my age speed walking up Main Street. “Good morning,” she said. “Excellent morning!” I answered. “Isn’t it wonderful?” she said, and I wanted to bound across the cobblestones and hug her. I…Continue
It's after midnight, and I am still watching the election returns.
I am literally ecstatic the Barack Obama has won re-election tonight, far more so than I was four years ago, because we all knew that Obama was going to win that election long before election day.
This time, it was different. President Obama deliberately conceded the media game to the Republicans. At the time, I was convinced that his debate performances were calculated to achieve one outcome: to allow…Continue
Even after their passing
the image lingers…Continue
He nods goodnight to the guys with the dark glasses, leaving them to serve as sentries on his front porch.
While stepping across that familiar and long-missed threshold he inhales deeply and slowly sighs it out while he quietly shuts the door. It is 7:30 p.m.
She is already there. Her campaign duties ended with a women’s luncheon somewhere in Ohio at around 1:30 p.m. EST. She and the girls are half-heartedly watching MSNBC while they awaited his…Continue
It's Election Day 2012 today.
Voting was pleasant as usual here in Oregon. I drove up to the ballot box and hopped out, took my photo of the ballots going in the box (although this is not necessary, they say, I do it anyway), and waved to several women I knew. One was passing out her left-over Halloween candy to any interested sweet-tooths. A few cyclists rode up and we laughed at the jostling to put our ballots in the box. Then, I hopped back in my truck and we…Continue
Everybody’s Late: It’s Tuesday November 6th and everybody’s late. I showed up for a doctor’s appointment at the Marin Community Clinic and waited the better part of an hour to find out that the doctor was delayed…Continue
DANCING WITH THE BLACK BULL
It makes a long time since I was the bullfighter known as Brujita…Continue
Added by Allen "Skipper" Howlett (ASH) on November 6, 2012 at 2:30pm — No Comments
A life’s Lesson Exposes a President that “Slipped Through the Cracks”
By Charlie Ganss 11/05/2012
Monday morning, November 5th, one day before the election. It’s down to the wire, and you are still sitting on the fence. I was taught that when it came to making difficult and important decisions, I take a piece of paper and write down the pros and cons, advantages and disadvantages, strengths and weaknesses of that decision and let that be my guide. So…Continue
This is my father at age 19 - December 1942
Everybody has a hero, and since I have decided that I like you people... I would like you to meet mine. This Open Call would be an interesting opportunity to share what's on my walls, although they are largely dominated by family photos. Instead, I've chosen to share what's on my father's walls... because it is all his work…Continue
Real trees and frost trees…Continue
It took me forever to do this one and I almost chickened out. To me art is personal. You'd think that I'd be ok with throwing out the personal since I put my poems (basically subconscious ramblings) online, but evidently art makes me more squeamish.
here is what I see when I look up…Continue
Wilderness of mind
is rough terrain
yet, all adventure begins
in such a place
where unknown is discovered
by startling encounters;…Continue
Added by Blinddream on November 6, 2012 at 5:37am — No Comments
and offered me the same rights and responsibilities as others because at a fundamental level you knew
knew what it was like to be me
to get up and face everyone and have to ignore the compliment/slights of those that cannot see me as a person, but who I need nevertheless to live
and so I live
resenting. But you knew and you called me human to my face as you stared at me from the tv in the common room, and I heard you. Heard you in my ears and my heart and it flooded…Continue