Laws are like cobwebs, which may catch small flies, but let wasps and hornets break through. ~Jonathan Swift, A Critical Essay upon the Faculties of the Mind, 1707 * Crime is naught but misdirected energy. So long as every institution of today, economic, political, social, and moral, conspires to misdirect human energy into wrong channels;… Continue reading Guilty
image link First is an acrostic poem, then a distillation of the ideas in a free-form. People with a shared vision and willing to act based on that vision, where vision includes sharing the Earth with its other inhabitants where other critters are allowed to live in peace Air, fresh, along with space to move… Continue reading Gaia’s Family
image link Oft-unfairly-maligned Parental Omnivorous Shakespearian Snake-tailed Unguental Meanderer Please click on the image link to read the story of the 'possum family rescue -- includes video!
image link this alone can indicate the urge (to) relate negated Word of the Day Challenge -- taciturn
New Endeavors Of Practice Having Yearning To Experience When I think of neophyte I think of this song: The Police -- Wrapped Around Your Finger The Daily Prompt -- Neophyte
image link Today is the final day of the 31 days 31 poems challenge of OctWriPoMo. My choice of form is the acrostic, and the subject is one of my favorite musical groups, Pearl Jam. The words used are all PJ song titles. Present tense, push me, pull me Even flow, Amongst the waves, animal,… Continue reading Day 31 — OctWriPoMo — Pearl Jam
Acrostic image link Energetic octopi. Latex has its way. A rubber band… Snap! Take as long as you like. Images shift with dark and light. Caramel in the sun. The Daily Post -- Prompts -- Elastic
image link Today's prompt got me thinking about what I've learned from my parents. It's a ponderance I've had over the years that what's been learned is a mixed bag. Parental attributes are a double-edged sword, a yin and yang, if you will. I have no idea whether this can be considered poetry or not,… Continue reading Day 5 — OctWriPoMo — The Story Remains the Same