Posted in Musings, Opinion, Photography, Poetry

Pointed Remarks

These caustic responses (above), to comments I left on a fellow blogger’s post, whereby he criticizes imaginative intelligence of the unseen, demonstrates how easily people take social interaction to extreme levels of violence. The remarks I made to his post obviously hit a sore place in his psyche.

A few years ago I might not have recovered from such expressive vitriol. Today, it washes off my wagging back. No need for a towel to sop up the blood. Yes! I am absolutely free from caring what people desire me to believe. My soul has reached a pinnacle of revelation I had only dreamed possible.

My first remark, on his post, was meant to let some fresh air in the room. As I am a lover of nature, and the experience of wind blowing in the face and the spirit lifted to mountain heights, is like no other.  My comment read, “Blah! True or not, scientifically I’m bored by all the back and forth. Grab your knapsack and a take a hike. Knowledge is costly and freedom a rarity.”  My intention was to lighten the heavy dinner course he served. Perhaps a salad is essential to digest every meal. Or to enjoy a lemon tiramisu, after a brick is dropped on one’s head, brings happiness to the heart.

Now, obviously by his reply, he took my words true to heart and bit back with vampire vengeance. Obstructing justice, he took his brain out to lunch and fed it crap. The physical world indeed loves death of all kinds.

To counterpoint my own venom, I wonder if I deserve the wrath to the playful dessert I offered? To listen to him, one would think heaven forbids one to contemplate perceptive wisdom. Dreamers are never welcomed by skeptics of paradox.


On a softer, gentler note, there is no greater animal of regal posture than a lumbering moose. And before anyone spouts nonsense against my smitten friend, remove yourself promptly. Unless, of course, one is dressed in proper decor and fitting well. Your smile is always welcome. And a wink on occasion is simply divine!

Now, let the world turn another day. Let no rain cloud block your sunny face. Smile.

Posted in Musings, Photography, Poetry

After Glow


The magic rises
as a moon shifts
this world affords
such gifts…

the negative wove into my life…
like a knife it carved it hollow…
and my answer back
is to refill my soul with marvel.

The positivity of 2019 is tasty. I promise friends and loved ones to lick my lips long after i make this vow to pursue only what strengthens my resolve to live.

The Seven Bridge Writing Group begins January 8. The inevitable question of why and how and current goals will most likely be asked upon arrival. So i will prepare an answer for the facilitators and my fellow sojourners. In addition, in preparation for the writing group, I am reading Pat Schneider’s “Writing alone and with others”. Seven Bridges is affiliated with the Amherst Writing Group and more information for a local group, in your area, can be found HERE!

I am also busily felting creations… here is my newest 5×6 whimsical floral

After Glow
Posted in Photography, Poetry


Feeling safe -now
Again the river cries
The sorrow lasts
Weeks to days
As we took our separate ways

The blossoms bud
Your survival on my mind
Dont forget to write -me
Your troubling kind