the emperor
as she
builds foundations
her Mother Earth
solid
beneath her feet
with precision
and heart
she crafts her life
in the darkness
she cries
as joy floods in
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The word of the day is her randomly chosen from Rob Brezny‘s book Pronoia is the Antidote for Paranoia. Â Oh, how I wish I had the energy tonight to delve into her but alas, it has been a full day. Â I will say that I was at a poetry reading tonight at Columbia City Gallery….
once, you were a sometimes painful but often happy memory a short run with a rich narrative now, you are a cruel joke in your contention you make a fantastic punchline
Gigi and I went to a park after a doctor’s appointment yesterday and found this beautiful shattered glass. We couldn’t help but explore with it. This picture is my favorite. The title of the post says what I wanted to say and this photo illustrates it wonderfully.
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The word of the day is joy! from my well-loved copy of Leaves of Grass by Walt Whitman. Today’s bricolage is a little video from a walk I took with my older daughter today. Â I love the way the water in the creek has a kind of woven, herringbone pattern. Â She and I sat and…
“I am he that aches with amorous love; Does the earth gravitate? does not all matter, aching, attract all matter? So the body of me to all I meet or know.” ~Walt Whitman Dear Uncle Walt, I am writing for your guidance. We seem to have the same Love DNA so thought perhaps you could…
Imagine what it would feel like to live in a culture where there wasn’t so much self-loathing? What is that even like? I am incredibly weary of so much of this: “bah humbug” “we suck” “we’re destroying the planet” “life sucks” “fuck the man” “the world is going to shit” “the holidays have turned into…