“See the Light” by Giulio Bernardi How neatly click blocks as they form the walls of box container; clay, baked dust pads prison, hope long flown, left to airless midnights. The keeper’s metals clank thrice bringing tasteless gruel; little more than corpse fuel and sensory morsels. Heat of stones tell seasons. At times I’m graced…
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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…
dVerse’ OLN 312 LIVE and earthweal OLW 110 — If I Do Not Do, Let Light Need Me
If I Do Not Do, Let Light Need Me If I do not do, let light need me that I may do what needs to be done. If I do not speak, let words read me, banner in the sky against the sun. Let light rally kindred spirits near that I may do what needs…
Hanspostcard Song Draft — Round 8, Pick 11 — “Spill The Wine,” by Eric Burdon and War.
I don’t remember the first time I heard, “Spill the Wine,” but I do remember being mesmerized by it. Flutist Charles Miller feels like the Pied Piper* as the protagonist is led to an altered reality as he decides to lay down in the grass on that hot summer day. I love how sounds and…
Music that strikes a chord — “John Brown” Bob Dylan song cover by State Radio
State Radio, performing live at Terminal 5 in NYC on 11/23/07 I’m in the process right now of listening to a 4-cd set of Bob Dylan covers by other musicians, called, “Chimes of Freedom: The Songs of Bob Dylan.” I am very much enjoying this set and must thank the library system for having…
#FFFC 76 — War Wounds
After the war left, memories of those now gone remained. Not only the dozens she knew and loved who were killed or died, but the dismembered and maggot-chewed corpses lining ditches wherever she walked. In the light of day they receded into the mists under the shadows of trees. But as the sun followed its…
Reena’s Exploration Challenge #128
War is hell. You can’t photograph a flying bullet, but you can capture genuine fear. When I read this, an image of a cat toying with a mouse comes to mind. Especially when there is a power imbalance, it is easy to instill genuine fear between the parties. Who is it who said that it…
Tao Talk 