Saturday, October 27, 2018
Monday, October 1, 2018
Thursday, September 20, 2018
Donald Hall
Yes, I have a beautiful letter from him.
Yes, it gives me hope.
Yes, I am indebted to Donald Hall. . .
as so many poets are!
~ Happy 90th Birthday ~
Poets are never really gone are they?
Their poems live
far beyond their days in this world!
Rest In Peace
Sunday, August 26, 2018
Thursday, August 23, 2018
Thursday, August 9, 2018
HOW CLOSE IS THE FIRE?
A fire is burning 40 miles from your home
in Southern CA and yet you feel it. Nature
has a way of showing us its scary side.
The sun is red during the day and at dusk
all is quiet and animals are mostly hiding.
We walk; we witness.
A cell phone can't see what you do.
A short night walk.
in Southern CA and yet you feel it. Nature
has a way of showing us its scary side.
The sun is red during the day and at dusk
all is quiet and animals are mostly hiding.
We walk; we witness.
A cell phone can't see what you do.
Even a small cave rat is cautious.
A short night walk.
Everything changes in the fire air.
A lady is coming back from walking her small dog. "Makes me want
to get down on my knees" she says. "Could be the end, you know?"
What will we learn from all these fires?
Wednesday, August 1, 2018
Twilight Time
The last night of July 2018 . . .
The twilight sunset lasts only minutes and changes as we
drink it in. We should know that we can't hold beauty forever.
In reverie an old song from The Platters plays in our mind.
Can you hear it?
Twilight Time
Heavenly shades of night are falling, it's twilight time
Out of the mist your voice is calling, it's twilight time
When purple colored curtains mark the end of day
I'll hear you, my dear, at twilight time
Out of the mist your voice is calling, it's twilight time
When purple colored curtains mark the end of day
I'll hear you, my dear, at twilight time
Deepening shadows gather splendor as day is done
Fingers of night will soon surrender the setting sun
I count the moments darling till you're here with me
Together at last at twilight time
Fingers of night will soon surrender the setting sun
I count the moments darling till you're here with me
Together at last at twilight time
Here, in the afterglow of day, we keep our rendezvous beneath the blue
Here in the same and sweet old way, I fall in love again as I did then
Here in the same and sweet old way, I fall in love again as I did then
Deep in the dark your kiss will thrill me like days of old
Lighting the spark of love that fills me with dreams untold
Each day I pray for evening just to be with you
Together at last at twilight time
Lighting the spark of love that fills me with dreams untold
Each day I pray for evening just to be with you
Together at last at twilight time
Here, in the afterglow of day, we keep our rendezvous beneath the blue
Here in the sweet and same old way, I fall in love again as I did then
Here in the sweet and same old way, I fall in love again as I did then
Deep in the dark your kiss will thrill me like days of old
Lighting the spark of love that fills me with dreams untold
Each day I pray for evening just to be with you
Together at last at twilight time
Together at last at twilight time
Lighting the spark of love that fills me with dreams untold
Each day I pray for evening just to be with you
Together at last at twilight time
Together at last at twilight time
Songwriters: Artie Dunn / Al Nevins / Morty Nevins / Buck Ram
Twilight Time lyrics © T.R.O. Inc.
Thursday, July 12, 2018
Summer Colors
What are the colors of summer 2018?
Well, yes, this summer everything is hot
--sometimes more than we can handle--it seems.
Politics or weather take your choice.
Freedom & Justice & Stawberry Fields
forever?
Let's remember:
Strawberries come from fields
Someone needs to pick those berries
Let us give thanks
Friday, June 15, 2018
A Beach Day
This blog has been on an extended
"Beach Day"-- which is not to say
that I have been on vacation . . . so
Dana Point, CA
Here are some of the recent publications where my poems and images can be found. I offer this list with gratitude and a shout out to some awesome editors.
Now back to that beach.
Summer vacation is happening, schools are out for many, and going to the beach becomes a ritual, especially for the young. Be happy and enjoy!
(Do remember that sun-screen. Otherwise, some of us may be forced to show you the damage unprotected sun bathing can bring on later in your life.)
Friday, April 20, 2018
A LIGHTHOUSE
What Is A Lighthouse?
Scotland 2012
We've all seen them, right. They dot the
coastlines of the U.S. and other countries.
They are towers that help navigate with their
light. They might warn people of dangers.
They might just be something beautiful to
view while we are on our journey.
Tonight I am thinking of someone who became
a lighthouse for me and countless other writers:
Brian Doyle.
Brian is no longer with us but his writing
remains to guide us, and light out hearts.
When you need a treat just "Google" Brian and
you will find something delightful to help you
through your day.
Dear writers,
Here's some Brian Doyle for today . . .
https://www.kenyonreview.org/journal/spring-2008/selections/no/
Saturday, April 7, 2018
ALLELUIA! LEFT & RIGHT
Easter Alleluia Greetings.
The Lord has risen.
Let us rejoice and be glad.
How do political differences enter into the big
question of Salvation?
Is there anyone else conflicted about whether
they are a person on the left or one on the right?
Here's the good news Jesus belongs to both sides.
He is the God of both Democrats and Republicans.
He died for everyone in the world.
The Sunday after Easter was designated
Divine Mercy Sunday by St. Pope John Paul II.
Here's a little story that involves this beautiful Feast Day.
https://www.nationalreview.com/2018/04/remembering-divine-mercy-with-kate-obeirne/
Happy Easter Season and Happy Divine Mercy Sunday!
Friday, February 23, 2018
Sunday, January 21, 2018
Duck In A Spin
Anthing for a smile these days, right . . .
https://www.pennreview.org/red-white-blue
With thanks to Penn Review for a lovely
presentation of my image.
Monday, January 15, 2018
Haiti
Story circa 1990
An American woman traveled to Port-au-Prince.
Her goal was to help students learn English.
At the Artisan Work Shop she learned how
students earned money for their schooling and
family needs:
Delicate cuts and tints of dried bananna leaf
helped create amazing cards. People here in
the States who saw the cards were amazed.
The cards brought in donations for a short time.
The generous woman who taught English died.
What happened to those Artisans?
That would be another story
from Port-au-Prince, Haiti.
Monday, January 1, 2018
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