Mighty mini specs
the paths for wheels and tricks and
feats through trees and rocks!
The Littlest Bike Pather
15 Mar 2016 Leave a comment
in living, loving, laughing, infinite learning, Poetry, The Littlest Bike Pather Tags: feats, mighty mini specs, paths for wheels, The Littlest Bike Pather, through trees and rocks, tricks
Science Afar
14 Mar 2016 Leave a comment
in Atmosphere, Poetry, Science Afar Tags: Einstein, everyday thinking, from my pinnacle, I scan phenomena, illustrator:Christina Nogales, modes, moving far away, nothing more, refinement, Science Afar
illustrator: Christina Nogales
From my pinnacle
I scan phenomena-modes
moving far away…
Einstein said, “All of science is nothing more than the refinement of everyday thinking.”
Time-Space Continuum
13 Mar 2016 Leave a comment
in Atmosphere, Poetry, Time-SpaceContinuum Tags: fossilized human footprints, greedy tongues, lakes lap, lights dim, sightings, stars fall, sun glows, tide climbs in-out, Time-Space Continuum, UFO
photo of Mount Desert Island by Meg Eckhardt
The tide climbs in-out
stars fall; lights dim; sun glows; lakes
lap with greedy tongues!
On this date in 2003, the journal Nature reported the discovery of 350,000-year-old fossilized human footprints in Italy. The Italian footprints reported in Nature are about eight inches long and four inches wide, and their makers were probably no taller than five feet.
Thousands of people reported mysterious lights over Arizona on this date in 1997.
It began around 8:00 p.m., when a man in Henderson, Nevada, saw a V-shaped object “the size of a 747,” with six lights on its leading edge. The lights moved from northwest to southeast; over the course of the next hour, sightings were reported throughout Arizona, as far south as Tucson — a distance of nearly 400 miles. One cement truck driver reported that the lights hovered over Phoenix for more than two hours, and said: “I’ll never be the same. Before this, if anybody had told me they saw a UFO, I would’ve said, ‘Yeah and I believe in the Tooth Fairy.’ Now I’ve got a whole new view and I may be just a dumb truck driver, but I’ve seen something that don’t belong here.”
Medicine
12 Mar 2016 Leave a comment
in Dad, medicine, Poetry Tags: balm, bugs, hugs, medicine, soothe, tummy aches, viruses
sometimes hugs soothe like
balm, medicine for tummy
aches, bugs, viruses!
Wings
11 Mar 2016 Leave a comment
in Gifts of the Spirit, Poetry, wings Tags: backlit hills, Beastly Brains, call them to steady us, dead are all around us, feathering the air with their wings, gleaning eyes, Jean Nordhaus, sac of light, we live in time, wings
With Their Wings
by Jean Nordhaus
—for Delia
On the evening you were born,
after the tremendous churning
that brought you forth, an owl
flew onto the rail of the balcony
where we sat, as darkness bled
from backlit hills into the sky.
In twilight, she perched on the ledge
measured us with wide, light-
gleaning eyes, then sailed off
on soft wings. Shades of my mother,
I thought, half-believing—the wide-
set eyes and level gaze.
For those who say the dead
have no more truck with us
are wrong. The dead are all around us
feathering the air with their wings.
They see in the fertile darkness
that surrounds this sac of light.
And in these hours we call them back
to steady us, who live in time.
“With Their Wings” by Jean Nordhaus from Memos from the Broken World. © Mayapple Press, 2016.
Quick
10 Mar 2016 Leave a comment
in Poetry, Quick, Quiet Knowing Beat Tags: calligraphy letters flash, chisel brush angle, Quick, Quicksilver logo
chisel brush angle:
calligraphy letters flash
Quicksilver logo.
New Fox Book
09 Mar 2016 2 Comments
in artist, New Fox Book, Poetry Tags: Blurb, New Fox Book, Preview
Sparkling River
09 Mar 2016 Leave a comment
in Atmosphere, Poetry, Sparkling River Tags: 2/26/16, Boston/Marriott Marriott, canoes slipping by, celebration, Charles River, kin come, sparkles on the Charles, Sparkling River
Charles River from my window at the Boston/Newton Marriott 2/26/16
sparkles on the Charles
canoes slipping by: kin come
for celebration!
An Ounce in a Bucket
08 Mar 2016 1 Comment
in all that glitters in not gold, An Ounce in a Bucket, Poetry Tags: An Ounce in a Bucket, books, John McPhee, nothing like it, ounce in a bucket gets a quart, prolific, ride through the spectrum, tied himself to a chair, writes 500 words a day
ride through the spectrum
John McPhee has published more than 25 books,
even though he rarely writes more than 500 words a day.
He once tried tying himself to a chair to force himself to write more, but it didn’t work.
He said, “People say to me, ‘Oh, you’re so prolific.’
God, it doesn’t feel like it — nothing like it.
But, you know, you put an ounce in a bucket each day, you get a quart.”
Tree Alighted
07 Mar 2016 Leave a comment
in beyond, Poetry, Tree Alighted Tags: birds, branches launch a ship, flags fly, pirates aloft, to great beyond, Tree Alighted
illustrated by Luis Peres
flags fly; branches launch
a ship to great beyond; birds’
and pirates aloft
The Vibrant Channeled Creator 