Photo by Hein Rich on Flickr Marco had dreamed so long of a time when he could hold peace close to his heart. And now, here she was, resting with him, warm and downy, with no urge to fly. He sat with her in the sun, reveling at the quiet, healing power of her presence….
Tag: #The Sunday Muse
TSM 236 — Passed By
Remember the day when bluebirds flew through? I thought for sure they’d at least stop and rest on the window ledge, but no, onward they passed, fast, headed for another place to take respite. Instead I heard a quack. Parting the curtains, my pale, pinched face looked down. On the ground was a Muscovy duck,…
TSM 231 — Landslide
Stevie Nicks Haven’t we all been there, when being on is a turning off; when the energy, instead of balanced is vacuum, sucking qi, blood turn to dust. They all want a piece of me. It is then that I become very small and close my shell. “Landslide” is a Fleetwood Mac song that Stevie…
TSM230, Friday Writings 46, and earthweal’s OLW 138 — gone but not gone
Artwork photography by Antonio Mora I. The first of summer, when roses bloom, I saw you there in oak’s leafy shadow, a still, towering trunk, transfixed. I hurried along, now shivered, my hand a-tremble as key sought to impart salvation. It is now autumn’s end, and oak stands bare. Your form is gone, your presence…
#TSM228 — sellebrity
Theda Bara in Cleopatra 1917 From the dawn of time, women have been held hostage by the fantasies of weak, selfish men. Clothed in death and coerced into lassoing the moon for her milk, how can we ever consider wealth and fame as food for our souls? Or the price paid with batting false eyelashes,…
TSM 227 — Angel without wings
[Inmates playing chess from prison cells, Attica Correctional Facility, Attica, New York], March 1972, Photography by Cornell Capa Born in chaos, bathed in misery; ribs stoved in until my red fist was an icy stone. Iron contains the beast; clanks as grunts of ghosts echo in canyons of justice. It took a queen to thaw…
TSM 226 — forever rose
We meet here every Tuesday morning at Rosie’s cafe, to sip coffee and converse about what’s happened since last week. It’s ordinary things we talk about, like what our kids have been up to, yard work planned and/or completed, what chapter we’re on in our current books, what episode on our current series. We’ve filled…
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