The storm
with its gray buttocks of sky squatted
over us for days.
from Sarah Freligh “What I’ve lost”
Definition #338 Buttocks
28 Sep 2016 Leave a comment
in Poetry
I must ride down through the woods today…
28 Sep 2016 Leave a comment
in Poetry, the woods Tags: Five Year Old Oliver tries his path, I must ride down through the woods today, the lonely woods and blue sky
Five Year Old Oliver tries his path
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I must ride down through
the woods today; the lonely
woods and blue sky
Owls: Owl in waiting
27 Sep 2016 Leave a comment
in Owls, Poetry Tags: or honor her wisdom and sight, Owl in waiting, sometimes I heed my lady's commands
metallic color pencil by Jeanne
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sometimes I heed my
lady’s commands; or honor
her wisdom and sight
Owls: Can an owl defy gravity?
26 Sep 2016 Leave a comment
in Owls, Poetry Tags: a spirit of compassion, endurance, he has a soul, his voice helps man endure, Nobel Prize, sacrifice, the poet writes about these things, William Faulkner
William Faulkner said:
in his Nobel Prize acceptance speech:
“I believe that man will not merely endure: he will prevail. He is immortal, not because he alone among creatures has an inexhaustible voice, but because he has a soul, a spirit capable of compassion and sacrifice and endurance. The poet’s, the writer’s duty is to write about these things. … The poet’s voice need not merely be the record of man, it can be one of the props, the pillars to help him endure and prevail.”
He also said:
“It is my ambition to be, as a private individual, abolished and voided from history, leaving it markless, no refuse save the printed books; I wish I had had enough sense to see ahead thirty years ago and, like some of the Elizabethans, not signed them. It is my aim, and every effort bent, that the sum and history of my life, which in the same sentence is my obit and epitaph too, shall be them both: he made the books, and he died.” His obituaries, when they were written upon his death in 1962, were substantially longer. The epitaph on his grave doesn’t mention his books. It reads simply, “Belove’d/ Go With God.”
Owls: Are owls fantasy or reality?
25 Sep 2016 1 Comment
in Owls, Poetry Tags: Are owls fantasy or reality?, eagle's sight, fluffed up might, hunter of night, ponderous height, soundless flight, the great horned owl
the great horned owl
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soundless flight-eagle’s
sight- ponderous height- fluffed up
might- hunter of night
Owls: Is an owl an entertainer or a see-er?
24 Sep 2016 Leave a comment
in Owls, Poetry Tags: brilliant, first rate intelligence, Francis Scott Fitzgerald, Is an owl an entertainer or a see-er?, retain ability to function, the fertility of imagination, two opposed ideas in mind at same time
About Francis Scott Fitzgerald, his daughter said:
And his daughter, “Scottie” Fitzgerald, said about her parents, “People who live entirely by the fertility of their imaginations are fascinating, brilliant and often charming, but they should be sat next to at dinner parties, not lived with.”
He said, “The test of a first-rate intelligence is the ability to hold two opposed ideas in the mind at the same time, and still retain the ability to function.”
Owls: Are there feminist owls?
23 Sep 2016 Leave a comment
in Owls, Poetry Tags: bought truck parts, covered for the hired hand, drove tractors, good sense, pitched hay, pulled a calf, rebuilt a carburetor
I keep telling you, I’m not a feminist.
I grew up an only child on a ranch,
so I drove tractors, learned to ride.
When the truck wouldn’t start, I went to town
for parts. The man behind the counter
told me I couldn’t rebuild a carburetor.
I could: every carburetor on the place. That’s
necessity, not feminism.
I learned to do the books
after my husband left me and the debts
and the children. I shoveled snow and pitched hay
when the hired man didn’t come to work.
I learned how to pull a calf
when the vet was too busy. As I thought,
the cow did most of it herself; they’ve been
birthing alone for ten thousand years. Does
that make them feminists?
It’s not
that I don’t like men; I love them—when I can.
But I’ve stopped counting on them
to change my flats or open my doors.
That’s not feminism; that’s just good sense.
“Clara: In the Post Office” by Linda Hasselstrom from Roadkill. © Spoon River Publishing, 1987.
What is an Authorpreneur?
22 Sep 2016 Leave a comment
in Poetry
On his third book in the series…
George Velez reads his book: “How to Make Friends in space”
Tony, a robot friend in George’s Book
George sketches for his second book to come soon
Please visit George’s website to see his work and bio:
http://gvelez1174.wix.com/makingfriendsinspace#!george-velez/c1ktj
Here are some gems I learned from Blurb:
1 For the self-publisher, consistent behavior is critical; not lofty goals.
2 Since 2006, attention is the currency being traded.
3 When I process a book, I will publish it in 3 forms for 3 different budgets, eg. a graphic novel in hard cover, soft cover and magazine format.
4 Build a platform, develop visibility, credibility, a playful voice, a persona.
5 Primary on your website, begin with what action do you want people to take?
6 Have professionals review your book.
7 Enjoy seeing the Blurb personnel you have met through emails for the last 3 years.
8 The Make-Shift Society is a…
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Owls: If an owl were to be shot out of a cannon….
22 Sep 2016 1 Comment
in Owls, Poetry Tags: If an owl were to be shot out of a cannon..., illustrator: Chris Perry, in gut GPS, light feathered fired missile, spotlight spectacle
illustrator: Chris Perry
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in-gut GPS
light feathered fired missile
spotlight spectacle!
Owls: Is China’s owl more than a pretty thing?
21 Sep 2016 Leave a comment
in Owls, Poetry Tags: Beyonce Cover A Capella, choose, downy pelt, femember, golden hues views news, Is China's Owl More Than a Pretty thing?, surgery of soul
downy pelt – golden
hues views news- choose remember:
surgery of soul!
Try listening to this music video:
The Vibrant Channeled Creator 