“So if all do their duty, they need not fear harm.” by William Blake, from, SONGS OF INNOCENCE (1789) “Mars Attacks!,” images of glittery spheres encompassing Earth’s atmosphere arrayed themselves on every screen. Suddenly the petty grievances between individuals and nations disintegrated. A thrum of voices registered on the Richter scale. Fear rippled through most,…
Month: September 2021
Doodads — Getting Fit
Twenty three days ago, my oldest son told me about CICO, which stands for calorie-in calorie-out and sent me a link to an article written by a lady who had lost 90# in a year’s time by using calorie counting. I was impressed with what seemed like a painless way to take off the many…
TSM 177 and earthweal’s OLW 83 — Rapunzel’s Prayer
When lady moon shines silver light, a beacon in fall’s black ink night, I see her through the window pane. She weaves her plait of gleaming white with nimble fingers, brown and veined; an act profound yet so mundane. Rapunzel, beloved priestess crone, prepares to practice arts arcane. Fresh-flowered steps barefoot to throne, raises a…
Music that Strikes a Chord — “Crying Out of One Eye,” by Buddy Guy
Buddy Guy, 2008. Photo by Tom Beetz Before getting into the song, I need to thank Cincinnati Babyhead for recommending Buddy Guy to me. I borrowed two albums from the library and have listened to one of them so far, “Born to Play Guitar.” The whole album is full of great tunes, but this one,…
World Suicide Prevention Day 2021 — Experiments in Fiction
An essay and a poem about mental health and suicide prevention. Please read if you are feeling down, helpless, hopeless, or know someone who is. As today is World Suicide Prevention Day, I am reposting my poem ‘Sorry Mate,’ which is included in the Indie Blu(e) Anthology Through The Looking Glass:Reflecting on Madness and Chaos…
dVerse — MTB — Dancing Dead
she reads the last few pages of the book,a tale of high adventure ev’ry page,vicarious indulgence, what it took;done to distract her thinking from its rageexciting tales of bravery and hopewhere villains die and heroes conquer allno need to weep and in the darkness gropeeat, drink, be merry, maskless for the ballwe’re dancing dead…
