Castaways
cast off,
casting
aspersions
at all the
outcasts;
those whose
casting
calls were
never answered,
those who
were born into
a lower caste.
Castaways
cast their
nets wide upon
the waters,
while some
played
castanets,
or cooked
in cast iron.
still others
cast lots in
their cast-off
clothing ’til
the first
cast of
dawn.
some things truly are
written large in black and white,
like fidelity.
lay blame at your feet,
how can you be so foolish?
o’ child, chances fade.
Dear WordPress,
What has happened to the “like” button on many of our posts? First I noticed that I was unable to “like” the postings from several of my blogging friends, and now I’ve been informed that the function has disappeared from my own posts.
Listen, sometimes the “like” I get on a post is the only positive reinforcement I get all day long. Sure, it might just be a perfunctory “like” without even a thorough reading of my post, but life is short. I’ll take every “like” that comes my way.
And I dislike not being able to “like” the posts of others. It makes me sad to think that they don’t know I liked their poem or essay or cartoon or rant. I can comment on the post, but somehow commenting without leaving a “like” seems passive aggressive and perhaps disingenuous:
“Yes, I READ your post, but I didn’t actually LIKE your post.”
Furthermore, I’m tired of putting quotation marks around the word, “like” considering I’m not even sure it’s the right thing to do. But, “liking” is the right thing to do! Please let us “like” and be “liked!”
Sincerely yours,
The Immensely Likeable Nananoyz
let me bear the blame
i’ll take the heat for your sins
time and time again.
forget politeness
and various niceties
i will wear the mark.
This blog post is stunning. I love seeing our country through the eyes of a European (or anyone from anywhere, for that matter)! Enjoy! Read even more at inesmjphotography.com.
At the exit of the Antelope Canyon ( see Part I), we saw this little chick on the ground and heard his mama chirp somewhere close. I quickly took a picture and off we went, in the back of a 4-wheel drive comfortable truck.
In the evening, driving around, we stopped at the marina parking lot and took some pictures of the endless sky, Colorado River, and Navajo Generating Station – the third largest emitter of carbon dioxide in the USA.
The next day we drove, all excited, down to Lake Powell to take a boat tour to the Rainbow Bridge. A two hours boat ride or a two day hiking? You have to choose if you want to see many places in just a few days. The tour took about five hours, from which four hours on the boat with the most breathtaking scenery all around, and a fresh breeze.
This is a furnace ( only about a mile long though) we had to…
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bologna
by any
other
name still
turns my
stomach.
I thought this was lovely! From robertokaji.com
Posting this in response to Jeff Schwaner’s Full Moon Social. No time to write a new one, so I hope this oldie will do.
Letter from Insomnia
Accepting Li Po’s tragedy,
apocryphal or not,
we embrace her imperfect
reflection
rippling in the breeze,
but manage to surface.
I once thought I would name a child Luna
and she would glow at night
and like Hendrix, kiss the sky.
But that was whimsy
and only candles light this room
at this hour
on this particular day
in this year of the snake.
And what fool would reach for a stone orbiting at
1,023 meters per second?
There are clouds to consider, the stars
and the scattering rain
and of course wine
and the possibilities within each glass
and the drops therein.
We must discuss these matters
under her gaze, where smallness gathers.
This originally appeared in Middle Gray in October…
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I’m sitting outside on this gorgeous north Florida fall morning watching over a friend’s garage sale. The friend, Bachelor Dave, is Studly Doright’s best golf buddy. He’s an all-around good guy, so I offered to take on the garage sale duty so he and Studly could pair up for 18 holes. Great idea!
Bachelor Dave has some pretty cool stuff in the sale: Artwork, lamps, golf clubs, flooring, easels and tripods. His cast offs are nicer than my every day stuff. So far, sales have been steady, and I’m having fun.
I failed to mention that the garage sale is a community event in the Southwood development where Dave H. resides, so there are sales going on all up and down the streets in this normally laid back Tallahassee neighborhood. Some folks are out walking from sale to sale, but shoppers from outside the neighborhood are driving.
Now, I also failed to mention that another big event is taking place simultaneously in Southwood: A 5k run!
Talk about a bad combination. If you’ve ever witnessed drivers intent on finding a garage sale bargain you’ll understand the problem. Near misses, close calls, and extended middle fingers seem to be the order of the day. This could make Thunderdome seem like a polite tennis match. It’s certainly made for an interesting morning.
Peace, people!
conversation is
not at all my strongest suit;
often I’m tongue-tied.
I’d much rather type
bits of witty repartée,
my mouth firmly closed.
So don’t expect much
should we meet face to face, friend.
My patter falls flat.
Peace, people!
I hope you’ll take time to read this post from notesfromtheuk.com. And then find a way to help.
This comes with a seriousness warning, along with a heart-warming-story warning. If you read on, you have no one to blame but yourself.
A couple of weeks ago, the refugee crisis activated J., who couldn’t sit back and wring her hands any longer, she had to do something, so set her network in motion and we helped her plan a village coffee morning. (She is one hell of an organizer—I wish I had half her skill.)
The coffee morning’s a tradition here. The Methodist Church has one regularly—something I know only because I see a sign out outside the chapel, not because I go. And the Macmillan cancer charity has a yearly one, which they call the world’s largest coffee morning since it’s on the same day everywhere in the country. And, and, and. Lots of similar examples that won’t make you any wiser if I take more of your…
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Praying for Eyebrowz 