"My country and your country cannot be two things but are simply sides of one. An angle of perception a turn of a mother tongue..." Sam Hamill
A story behind what I see depicted in the piece, ‘Boys in a Pasture’ by Winslow Homer. Something about John Keats.
All the happy news I have to give--right here, in this blog post. Please don't forget me.
I. The prompt poem: (of last week’s challenge)‘Dispensing diamonds…’, a poem by Suzanne Brace II. Suzanne’s prompt guidelines for this new week: Theme: Transformation; Form: Quatern Quatern The Quatern is…
The season is turning, dear friends. What are the signs in your area?
*Let all bitterness and wrath and anger and clamor and evil speaking be put away from you, with all malice; ~ Ephesians 4:31 Get Out Of The Way get out…
Never has it been as profuse as when in the thick of torrid summer heat melancholy accommodates. [Etheree]
What are your mornings like? Come read about how my mornings begin.
What can you see from Santa Rita's Maya ruins roof top? Here's what I see.
Creative non-fiction: A soliloquy on the family reunion I was not invited to but to which I was the guest of honor; the life of the party. Go figure!
This is my second time writing a Kimo; my first with the garland Kimo. From revisiting that first time post, I realize one more point, Kimo is an Israeli version of the haiku. Unrhymed. No title.