the massive snowy owl
through the snow he glides
on winter’s gales, gusts and ghosts
finding food for kin
the massive snowy owl…
30 Dec 2019 Leave a comment
in Poetry, the massive snowy owl Tags: and ghosts, finding food for kin, gusts, on winter's gales, the massive snowy owl, through the snow he glides
Face it!
29 Dec 2019 Leave a comment
in designing a mimoji..., Poetry Tags: designing a memoji, Michael makes himself feel1
Michael makes himself feel!
A year of transparency…
28 Dec 2019 Leave a comment
in A year of transparency, Poetry Tags: A year of transparency, butter, chili, cornbread, dish a little somrthing up, Home Cooking by Barbara Crooker, simmering, soak into the cracks, something hot, something red and juicy, spice, what happens inside when you eat my food?, Writer's Almanac
what happens inside when you eat my winter food?
Home Cooking
by Barbara Crooker
Let me stir up a batch of something hot,
beef stew or red bean chili,
something simmering
just below the boil.
You let me know if it needs
more seasoning, more spice.
Let me spread
some butter on your cornbread, darling;
let it soak into all the cracks.
Let me fill
your glass with something red and juicy.
The oven is hot, and all the burners
are glowing. If you can’t take the heat.
then get out of my kitchen. But
if you need to take the chill off, baby,
I might be able to dish a little something up ….
“Home Cooking” by Barbara Crooker, from Some Glad Morning, © 2019.
The Writer’s Almanac for Saturday, December 28, 2019
Rumblings in the soul
27 Dec 2019 Leave a comment
in Poetry, Rumblings in the soul Tags: amiable dance, Carolyn Myss, creative expression, dab at the offending, didn't mean it, personal healing, Rumblings in the soul, seeking the Divine, self-discovery, setting fire to David's car, subtle and eruptive, The Drink by Ron Padgett, thrown in the face
The Drink
by Ron Padgett
I am always interested in the people in films who have just had a drink
thrown in their faces.
Sometimes they react with uncontrollable rage,
but sometimes—my favorites—they do not change their expressions at all.
Instead they raise a handkerchief or napkin and calmly dab at the offending liquid,
as the hurler jumps to her feet and storms away.
The other people at the table are understandably uncomfortable.
A woman leans over and places her hand on the sleeve of the man’s jacket and
says, “David, you know she didn’t mean it.”
David answers, “Yes,” but in an ambiguous tone—
the perfect adult response.
But now the orchestra has resumed its amiable and lively dance music, and the room is set in motion as before.
Out in the parking lot, however, Elizabeth is setting fire to David’s car.
Yes, this is a contemporary film.
Ron Padgett, “The Drink” from Collected Poems. Copyright © 2002 by Ron Padgett. Used with the permission of The Permissions Company, LLC on behalf of Coffee House Press, coffeehousepress
feral or family
26 Dec 2019 Leave a comment
in feral or family, Poetry Tags: family in sky, feral or family, pure and silent kin, Snow Owl
is snow owl feral
or a family in sky
pure and silent kin?
What good is Grandma?
23 Dec 2019 Leave a comment
in Poetry, What good is Grandma? Tags: against the ravages of old age, but too young and healthy, contribute to their own fitness, David P Barash, highly biologically relevant, immunoregulatory receptor gene known as CD33, keep them functional, protective against alzheimer's disease, role of Grandparents in raising children, too old to reproduce, What good is Grandma?
The growing role of grandparents in raising children is right in line with human biology.
Old people—too old to reproduce, too young and healthy to kick the bucket—are highly biologically relevant.
The Grandmother Hypothesis helps make sense of a recent and intriguing finding: A particular variant of the immunoregulatory receptor gene known as CD33 has been adjusted in human beings (compared with chimps) to be protective against late-onset Alzheimer’s disease.
Old people can make a contribution to their own fitness by enhancing that of their offspring, via their grandchildren.
By the same token, the fact that our species has apparently experienced selection that is at least somewhat protective against the ravages of old age suggests that even the elderly are valuable enough—purely in evolutionary terms—to warrant keeping them functional.
( from an article by David P Barash -in Nautilus)
Calligrapher
22 Dec 2019 Leave a comment
in Poetry
this is revealed to me over and over
Jesus tells his critics we are all equal!
Thought I lost my scribe
to faded memories old;
but Jesus writes on…
Solstice family
21 Dec 2019 Leave a comment
in Poetry, Solrice Family Tags: cathedral tunes, Diane, Don, Emily Dickinson, June 1989, one kind word, Paul, Poetro Aretino, Ron, Roxanne Smith, Soltice family, WilliamBlake, winter soltice longest night
June, 1989 Bill and Lavena Smith
Diane, Don, Paul, Ron and Roxanne Smith in 1989
Today is the winter solstice, the shortest day and longest night in the Northern Hemisphere.
Poets over the ages have proffered plenty of advice for the coming months.
Poet Pietro Aretino, born in the 15th century, said, “Let us love winter, for it is the spring of genius.”
William Blake wrote, “In seed time learn, in harvest teach, in winter enjoy.”
There’s a Japanese proverb that says, “One kind word can warm three winter months.”
Emily Dickinson wrote, “There’s a certain Slant of light, Winter Afternoons — That oppresses, like the Heft Of Cathedral Tunes.”
out of the shadows…
20 Dec 2019 Leave a comment
in out of the shadows, Poetry Tags: a warm hearth, forever, imbued with kindness, Katie deserves to be lit like the fire she is, out of the shadows, softest blanket, the blessings of her mother and grandmother, who all share their talents generously
Katie deserves to be lit like the fire she is…
a warm hearth
the softest blanket
imbued with kindness
and the blessings of her mother and grandmother
who all share their talents generously
and forever!
between the teeth
19 Dec 2019 Leave a comment
in between the teeth, Poetry Tags: astonished, between the teeth, bicuspid, calculucis, collaborative, decision making, hygienist, lingual side, minerals, professional, The Calculous by Paul Hostovsky, ultrasonic, virtuosic
what the correct vocabulary can do for us
The Calculus
by Paul Hostovsky
My hygienist likes to include me
in the decision-making. “
Shall we use the hand scaler
or the ultrasonic today?” she asks me.
I like the way she says “we,”
like we’re doing something intimate
and collaborative,
like building a snowman,
or more like dismantling one
after an ice storm, flake
by frozen flake.
“The calculus is caused by precipitation
of minerals from your saliva,” she explains.
“You can’t remove it with your toothbrush.
Only a professional can do that.” She’s very
professional. She doesn’t dumb it down.
“Pay more attention to the lingual side
of your mandibular anteriors,” she says
. I love it when she talks like that.
I love the names of teeth: incisor, third molar, bicuspid,
eyetooth. Her own teeth are
virtuosic. “Calculus comes from the Greek
for stone,” she says. “In mathematics
it’s counting with stones. In medicine,
it’s the mineral buildup in the body: kidney stones,
tartar on teeth.” She teaches me all this
as I sit there with my mouth open,
looking astonished.
“The Calculus” by Paul Hostovsky from Is That What That Is. Future Cycle Press © 2017.
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