Poetry · Words Written

The Map

The failure of love might account for most of the suffering in the world.

 

The girl was going over her global studies homework

 

in the air where she drew the map with her finger

 

 

touching the Gobi desert,

 

the Plateau of Tiber in front of her,

 

 

and looking through her transparent map backwards

 

I did suddenly see,

 

how her left is my right, and for a moment I understood.

~ Marie Howe

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But if the while I think on thee, dear friend,
All losses are restored and sorrows end.

~ William Shakespeare 

Photo by Alice Cahill | A pair of red-throated loon, Alaska 


Necking

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Cressida #cats #prettycats #catsofinstagram

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10 Word Review · Film · Opinion

10 Word Review: X-Men: Apocalypse

mv5bmju1odm1mzyxn15bml5banbnxkftztgwota4nde2ode-_v1_ux182_cr00182268_al_Story. Effects. Cast. Tension. Entertaining. Action. Mutants. Fights. Beginnings. Yes.

10 Word Review · Film · Opinion

10 Word Review – Ghostbusters

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Fall #fall #autumn #leaves #leaf

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Poetry · Words Written

Native Memory

River was my first word
after mama.
I grew up with the names of rivers
on my tongue: the Coosa,
the Tallapoosa, the Black Warrior;
the sound of their names
as native to me as my own.

I walked barefoot along the brow of Lookout Mountain
with my father, where the Little River
carves its name through the canyons
of sandstone and shale
above Shinbone Valley;
where the Cherokee
stood on these same stones
and cast their voices into the canyon below.

You are here, a red arrow
on the atlas tells me
at the edge of the bluff
where young fools have carved their initials
into giant oaks
and spray painted their names and dates
on the canyon rocks,
where human history is no more
than a layer of stardust, thin
as the fingernail of god.

What the canyon holds in its hands:
an old language spoken into the pines
and carried downstream
on wind and time, vanishing
like footprints in ash.
The mountain holds their sorrow
in the marrow of its bones.
The body remembers
the scars of massacres,
how the hawk ached to see
family after family
dragged by the roots
from the land of their fathers.

Someone survived to remember
beyond the weight of wagons and their thousands
of feet cutting a deep trail of grief.
Someone survived to tell the story of this
sorrow and where they left their homes
and how the trees wept to see them go
and where they crossed the river
and where they whispered a prayer into their grandmother’s eyes
before she died
and where it was along the road they buried her
and where the oak stood whose roots
grew around her bones
and where it was that the wild persimmons grow
and what it was she last said to her children
and which child was to keep her memory alive
and which child was to keep the language alive
and weave the stories of this journey into song
and when were the seasons of singing
and what were the stories that go with the seasons
that tell how to work and when to pray
that tell when to dance and who made the day.

You are here
where bloodlines and rivers
are woven together.
I followed the river until I forgot my name
and came here to the mouth of the canyon
to swim in the rain and remember
this, the most indigenous joy I know:
to wade into the river naked
among the moss and stones,
to drink water from my hands
and be alive in the river, the river saying,
You are here,
a daughter of stardust and time.

~Ansel Elkins

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Daily Ray of Hope · Photography · Words Written

May your choices reflect your hopes, not your fears.

~ Nelson Mandela

Photo by Robert Armstrong | Twin Lakes, Westmoreland County, Greensburg, Pennsylvania

Dawn on Twin Lakes

Poetry · Words Written

An Accounting

In this room, hours pass, a slight
corruption of each previous
allotted time block—and probably
confirm failure and humiliation,
which though not ideal, I accept
as historically accurate. I’m sick
of lifestyle music, the thing between
awe and detachment which Hazlitt
defines as adrift. I clear my throat
remind myself, doors are locked,
the ashtray half-full. Unless otherwise
noted, light falls from the television—
accompanies night, any available
other-worldly knowledge. What else?
I’m unhappy even at the edge of rivers,
conversations regarding weather,
any manner of appointment. All comfort
requires another voice. Ditto delusion.
For instance, these shadows imposed
from trees bent by wind and other forms
of predictive behavior, may or may
not contain consciousness. I’m still
working it out. A glass of water grows
warm. I have done terrible and middle
class things for money. This is not
necessarily an acceptable conversation.
Things are good. The serotonin
reuptake inhibitor fades another winter.
If there are things we need, there are
things we need less. I face the mirror
to say it again with feeling. Understand
this is me applying myself.

~ Brett Fletcher Lauer

Daily Ray of Hope · Photography · Words Written

It hides you from the world and the world from you. You feel that everything has changed, and nothing is what it seemed to be.

~ Eugene O’Neill

Photo by Alexander S. Kunzwww.alex-kunz.com | Laguna Mountains, San Diego County, California

Mute Oaks II

Daily Ray of Hope · Photography · Words Written

Daily Ray of Hope

The greatness of art is not to find what is common but what is unique.

~ Isaac Bashevis Singer

Photo by Stephen J. Tierneystephenjtierney.zenfolio.com | Palm Beach, Florida

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The Laughing Heart

Poetry · Video · Words Written

Phenomenal Woman

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On board the tiny plane #airplanes #travelday #travel #headinghome

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Descent into Dallas/Ft. Worth #travel #travelday #airplanes #inflight #cominginforalanding

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Gate 9 #travelday #weknowthewaytosanjose #travel #sjc #gate9

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Feet #afternooninsanjose #feet

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Resident #gnomes #yardart

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Poetry · Video · Words Written

Somewhere I Have Never Travelled…

My favorite…

Daily Ray of Hope · Photography · Words Written

If you could only sense how important you are to the lives of those you meet; how important you can be to the people you may never even dream of. There is something of yourself that you leave at every meeting with another person.

~ Fred Rogers

Photo by Anita Ritenour | Santa Barbara Botanic Gardens, Santa Barbara, California

Buggy

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California fall #travel #weknowthewaytosanjose #palms #palmtrees #california #trees #californiafall

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Travel day #flycu #travel #travelday #weknowthewaytosanjose

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