Sculpture of Tinker Bell by Diarmuid Byron O’Connor, photo by Patrick Steele Moon’s zenith casts its limelight on her landing amongst field stubble. In wonder at her tiny flowing form, realize Tinker Bell is not Barrie’s figment, but sprung from stars. She flutters over, chimes, “May I have some hot tea? Space is so very…
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Quote of the Day 020523 — Carl Jung
Carl Gustav Jung (1875-1961) Carl Gustav Jung was a Swiss psychiatrist and psychoanalyst who founded analytical psychology. Jung’s work has been influential in the fields of psychiatry, anthropology, archaeology, literature, philosophy, psychology, and religious studies. Jung worked as a research scientist at the Burghölzli psychiatric hospital, in Zurich, under Eugen Bleuler. During this time, he…
TSM 245 — Cuppajoe
I found relief in silhouettes drab outlines of daily life where blue flame makes fresh coffee highlights. Photo by Justin Peters Once sick I craved chaos moonlight’s molten smack that oozed my grey goo – until the cane rapped; cried Image Source surprise, holster roulette’s glok, clatter the mask, ask, go back to the beginning…
Elvis Costello, “King of America”
Elvis Costello, King of America album cover Stripping away much of the excess that cluttered Punch the Clock and Goodbye Cruel World, Elvis Costello returned to his folk-rock and pub rock roots with King of America, creating one of his most affecting and personal records. Costello literally took on the album as a return to…
Quote of the Day 020323 — Pearl S. Buck
Pearl S. Buck I find it ironic that Pearl uses the “he” pronoun in here being as she is talking about herself. I feel this quote in my bones. Pearl Sydenstricker Buck (b. 6/26/1892 – d. 3/6/1973) was an American writer and novelist. She is best known for The Good Earth a bestselling novel in…
dVerse OLN 331 — Nature Speaks
You gaze, your golden eye fringedwith pine lashes; snow cradle angelsframe your grace in a face of blue. You brush a message of “unknown“across grainy crystal canvas thatanswers a question from the soul. You frost the dancing winter willowas its scraggly yellow hair shimmieswith gratitude; “no limbs lost, thanks.“ Your tacit promise of Spring singsin…
Winter Raptor (haibun)
A few days ago, I was out and about in the car. As I pulled up in the driveway of the house, a large bird winged away from one of the trees near the bird feeders and perched in another tree out back. I noticed several rusty red feathers among the bird’s wings and back…
Tao Talk 