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Morning Spider
Onyx eyes Like seeds Observe Somber sunlight Streaming through Red membranes And liquid legs Wind, ferine Stirring Anguished leaves and Green spider’s Dark Spiny Shadow
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September Broodings
“(She slowly twists the ring off her finger. Somewhere there is a cry of anguish. She listens attentively till it fades out, then nods with understanding.) “―Wild things leave skins behind them, they...
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Dusk and Rain…
“Soon it got dusk, a grapy dusk, a purple dusk over tangerine groves and long melon fields; the sun the color of pressed grapes, slashed with burgundy red, the fields the color of love and Spanish...
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Coquetry of Wandering
“I am much inclined to live from my rucksack, and let my trousers fray as they like.” ―Hermann Hesse “Even in warmest glow how cold my shadow” ―Kobayashi Issa “A cold wind was blowing from the north,...
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Craggy Gutter
Dull dysthymia Lurches in dawn Hearing wind chimes And conscience gone Pneuma, a ragged reflection, Stolid, bold as the barren kern That stumbles into scathing sea These eyes of limestone, wrathful...
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Drown in Sinewy Streams
Dull eyes, like nail-heads Drown in sinewy streams Dusk in November Dappled green slug skin Raspy leaves tangled in wind Accordion cravings Smell of foggy woods Staggering in solitude Cold heavens...
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December Deluge
Just a wee nature video… No snow here in Florida at the moment, so a sluicing of rain shall have to suffice. Cheers, Autumn Jade
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What is Born of Pastel Dawn
Cacophonous wind carries seagull drawls, the bell buoy’s alarm and bleating boats. Sweet breaths take in morning laughter, fingers skimming the chiming waters; the harmony of the sea tickling the...
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In the Ivory Light of Winter
“But what we call our despair is often only the painful eagerness of unfed hope” -From “Middlemarch” by George Eliot “When I left my home and my family I was no more than a boy In the company of...
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Happy Boxing Day from Clouseau Doolittle
And from Sir, a wee holiday message: Misery Christmas, I mean, Merry Christmas…. “A happy holiday and she’s dressing me up again… “Why me?? “Now she is forcing me to pose as some sort of sick Clouseau...
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The Taste of Dying December
Ashy taste of mildewed Wind, heady and warm, off brush-metal waves- sticking to thoughts- it cursitates, Neurons itching, tickled by the bleary chiming of a Rain-Pattered Sea. The chink-metal ocean...
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Another Year of These Slide-Show Nightmares…
A fortnight into the 2014′s great nascent, and Sir (the somewhat crabby super-model) greets its sunny, smiling visage with…perhaps an ever-so-slightly surly, tongue-protruding, sort of attitude…for...
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Thoughts Tumbling
Squinting sour Shards of shell In cherry light- Sober morning Tumbling like Wintry waves Of coy jade- Disfigured thoughts “The sea always filled her with longing, though for what she was never sure.”...
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Bruised Waters
In the miry garden Solemn somnolence Effulgent In greasy moonlight The morning sky A bruised lavender The doleful waters A tempting grave
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A Shrewd Grief
Barbed malevolence A shrewd and blunt Grief That his somber Absence Should foster such Relief
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Dragonfly Shadows and a Harried Sky
Some stills from the wee forest video below. “One thing you can’t hide – is when you’re crippled inside.” ― John Lennon “Here I am trying to live, or rather, I am trying to teach the death within me...
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“In Nature Nothing Exists Alone” -Rachel Carson
And No Birds Sing: Rachel Carson and Silent Spring- A BBC Podcast on Rachel Carson “The edge of the sea is a strange and beautiful place.” ― Rachel Carson “In every out-thrust headland, in every...
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“The free bird thinks of another breeze”
“The Caged Bird sings with a fearful trill of things unknown but longed for still” – Maya Angelou 1928-2014 “Life is pure adventure, and the sooner we realize that, the quicker we will be able to treat...
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Pothered in Fists of Cloud
Disdain Pothered in Fists of cloud Slippery rain With Ashen light Sliding off the Rims of ripplesTwigs snapping Louder than thunder Creosote eyes Wearing the storm Cinder breath Pawing through Living...
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“What is a Scientist, After All?”– The Birthday of Jacques Yves Cousteau
“What is a scientist after all? It is a curious man looking through a keyhole, the keyhole of nature, trying to know what’s going on.“ ― Jacques-Yves Cousteau “For most of history, man has had to fight...
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