For Book Nerds
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Category: New Orleans
People are like cities
“People are like cities: We all have alleys and gardens and secret rooftops and places where daisies sprout between the sidewalk cracks, but most of the time all we let each other see is is a postcard glimpse of a skyline or a polished square” ~ Hilary T. Smith, Wild Awakening Continue reading People are like cities
Translation
What did he whisper in those last hurried moments when her hair fell across her lips and his hand left hers. He was there, then he was gone. A straight grey spine receding in the distance, swallowed up in the growl of the crowd. Continue reading Translation
ShimmerTree
Fireflies ride the sky, the shimmering air. Far away and low the horizon dances, warmed by a sense of aloneness. Nourished by ebbing light we glow, our faces turned upward toward the star on top of the tree. Continue reading ShimmerTree
Wordless Wednesday
Maya Angelou: You Will Be Missed
Maya Angelou passed away this morning. The world will be a darker place without her but it could be lighter if we’d take her words to heart. This video of her is a favorite of mine. What wisdom she possessed. Originally posted on NOLAFemmes. Edited with BlogPad Pro Continue reading Maya Angelou: You Will Be Missed
Tuesday Poem: ‘It’s cool in Katoomba’ by Piet Nieuwland
Originally posted on Glow Worm:
It’s cool in Katoomba It’s four hours since we arrived and I still haven’t landed. It’s cool in Katoomba and the sun shines around a mobile of cloud and kites of rainbows and the rain is another shape of feelings. We become tangled in knots of sheets like the unresolved talks in our minds, but a long bath from eucalypt heated water and deep warm sleep restores our balances. We work together making frames, it works us working, then we walk again in clouds beneath a sandstone bluff along the top of its tallus slope, where… Continue reading Tuesday Poem: ‘It’s cool in Katoomba’ by Piet Nieuwland
Morning Meditation 5.25.14: Summer Coming On
June is only a few days away and already I can feel the first flush of real summertime in the air. The barest of breezes rustles the ferns and feels lukewarm on my bare arms. The cats are still as death lying in the patches of sunlight peeking through the Magnolia, the dogs trotting around edges of the backyard. I take a sip of coffee while reading about The Shawshank Redemption in the paper (Type “370,000” into a Google search and the site auto-completes it with “in 1966”. Andy escapes in 1966 with $370,000 of the warden’s ill-gotten gains.) I … Continue reading Morning Meditation 5.25.14: Summer Coming On
Morning Meditation 5.22.13: Flower and Water
The early morning humidity feels voluptuous on my skin. I’m drunk with the scent of Magnolia and sea water. Continue reading Morning Meditation 5.22.13: Flower and Water
