Seven Days of Rememberance: Day 3

Photo by Infrogmation Broken City 2006 I’ve always liked  the fog. The ambiance of mystery…….muted sounds, glimpses of shapes that morph into creatures of the imagination, the feeling of still isolation. But today was the fourth day of driving through a fog that only  became denser as I approached the upward slant to the bridge over the Mississippi. Crossing the bridge was surreal, as though driving into the gaping mouth of something not-of-this-earth. I could see absolutely nothing except the tail lights of a few cars directly in front of me, the sides of the bridge going up into a … Continue reading Seven Days of Rememberance: Day 3

Seven Days of Rememberance: Day 2

 Photo by Infrogmation In rememberance of lives lost and lives forever changed due to the Federal levee breach in New Orleans after Hurricane Katrina in 2005. I’ll be posting poems and short essays I’ve written over the past 10 years through August 29. Never forget. Birdless We watched for the return of the birds. The air around the house was silent and devoid of flutterings, a vacuum of tweets and whistles. What stragglingh flowers were left went hummingbirdless while twigs and string were just twigs and string with no hope of sheltering featherless offspring. It was strangely quiet, as though … Continue reading Seven Days of Rememberance: Day 2

Inspiration Monday: Joan Didion

Because it’s the day of the week we need it most…. “I’m not telling you to make the world better, because I don’t think that progress is necessarily part of the package. I’m just telling you to live in it. Not just to endure it, not just to suffer it, not just to pass through it, but to live in it. To look at it. To try to get the picture. To live recklessly. To take chances. To make your own work and take pride in it. To seize the moment.” ~ Joan Didion Continue reading Inspiration Monday: Joan Didion

Inspiration Monday: The Indigo Vat

Because it’s the day of the week we need it most…. This life is short; why is it we are taught to treat the whole thing like a fight or a flight? Why not savor between each act of precision and focus; why not stretch in the sun, and follow the smooth way, like the cougar? Really, why ever not? I have no idea. It seems glaringly obvious that yes if at all possible, we should bath in sun beams, even if for a minute; and we should close our eyes to the taste of good tea, and to the … Continue reading Inspiration Monday: The Indigo Vat