“I find the beauty that lies in the ordinary circumstances of the everyday.”  Judith Joy Ross This week Patti has given us an interesting challenge – to find beauty in things that would not ordinarily be thought of that way. In my response I’ve also used some post-processing techniques to further explore the beauty of…

one elegant arm extending itself to seed tomorrow Reach

NTT – WDYS #you are..i am#

There are many gorgeous places to visit on the western side of South Dakota including Mount Rushmore, the Black Hills, the Badlands, and the endless prairies. But one incredible attraction you may not know about are the President Statues in Rapid City. Forty-three president statues adorn the downtown streetcorners of Rapid City. Each one is…

Do you cringe over your writing errors? Feel free to point out mine within this post… Grammar Hell + Air Brother by Freya Pickard

As I was walking along the sidewalk I saw this rabbit bounding across a lawn. I was using a wide angle lens so I had to crop in quite a bit but I think catching it mid hop made the shot! RABBIT RUN

Seven snapshots of Todmorden Mills. A Visit to Todmorden Mills

Kermesbeere, of kermesbes, is een plant die behoort tot de familie van de kamperfoelie (Caprifoliaceae). De wetenschappelijke naam is Phytolacca americana. Deze plant is vooral bekend om zijn bessen, die in het verleden als kleurstof werden gebruikt. De kermesbeere heeft grote, groene bladeren en kan tot wel 2 meter hoog worden. De bessen zijn giftig…

Last weekend, our daughter Shannon, her husband Mike, and their dog Holly were supposed to come to our home for the weekend—they live in the Boston area—to celebrate my birthday (September 15) and Clif’s birthday (September 27). Alas, they were having car troubles and couldn’t come. Disappointing not to have them join us, that’s for…

Hello everyone! I hope you all are doing well. Welcome to another edition of poetics. Leaving the soup bubbling gently on the stove, I pick my book (abandoned a couple of months ago) and sink in my favourite chair with cup of chai, delicately flavoured with ginger and fennel seeds.  From the window I can…

Back in July, I made a friend. I looked him in the eye. He looked back. Instant friendship. His name is Roger, and he lives at Soma Ranch, an hour north of Houston. I went there for a week-long Nia retreat. “What’s Nia?” you ask. “A holistic fitness practice that draws from the wisdom of…

Annoying as it is, it appears that my long going illness has jumped a few fences and made it worse. Because of that I’ll not be around for a week or two. I’ll miss you all. Regards, Mike     A LONG TIME AGO

It’s scary when we see ghosts. The Ghost From The Past

When Silver Birch Press put out a call for Mother poems on February 29, 2024, the response was huge. On March 1, the All About My Mother poetry series began and has continued almost daily since. Each poem is accompanied by a photo of the poet’s mother, a photo of the poet and a brief…

Let sleeping time lieforgotten in the quiet of falling shadows. Don’t awaken it! Let it dream pheasants flutteringin the underbrush of tomorrow’s hunt.Or a game of hide and seek where forgottenjoys unmixed with sadness are dug uplike phantom bones beneath a covering vine. Or if you do,feed it biscuits of poetry,let it scent each season’s…

My Poetry Corner September 2024 features the poem “intolerance / intolerância” by Brazil’s young poet João Doederlein, writing under the pseudonym @akapoeta, from his bestselling debut poetry collection O Livro dos Ressignificados / The Book of Resignifications, published in 2017. Born in 1996 in Brasília, the federal capital of Brazil, João began writing poetry at…

(Image by Grok courtesy of Spillwords Press) I’m thrilled to announce that my poem, “Highway,” has been published today on Spillwords Press. Please visit Spillwords and show them your support. Thanks! Highway by Dawn Pisturino It was his way or the highway, So she chose the highway. She grabbed her backpack when he wasn’t looking…

“We have not inherited the earth from our parents; we have borrowed it from our children.” – Wendell Berry A while ago we were driving and saw litter by the side of the freeway. Mr. D said, “It’s not healthy for the moon to eat.” It started a rousing discussion of not only what planet…

I can’t hold myself back! I have to post this geisha that I found. I was going to wait, …. but it’s so beautiful, I can’t. Okay, back to catching up! Pics taken by Resa – September 24, 2024 Toronto, Canada The Artist: is unknown at this time Geisha

A guest in my garden buzzing. I wait patiently as lavender dances, honey bees drink, hopping from flower to flower. A masterful art of pollination, smelling the fragrance, delirious appreciating their gifts, impatiently clicking to capture their golden sweetness, blessed by their lessons in my garden.  I wrote this when I was reading The Honey…

This week the monarchs are passing through en masse, heading south for Mexico. Sunday afternoon I counted ten monarchs taking a rest stop in our asters. I walked slowly into the garden, so as not to disturb them. The butterflies rose in flight and resettled. I stood still and took photos. Counting 7: One, Two…

As the sun of youth sinks beyond the horizonthe mellow evening of autumn takes overthe haziness; gold-tinted and ambertells stories known and unknown;yet some still remain untold what colour is autumn,what sound does it makedoes it taste like summeror smell like springwhat does its touch feel likedo memories remember all that matteredwhat’s a lifetime in…

The Hotel Lobby They lived separate lives,days went by without conversation–nothing more than pass the teaas the black-bannered newspapers rustledto an occasional harumph, or we’re invitedto the Albury’s on the twentieth, because they kept up appearances, what elsewas there to do? There was a war, after all,and their lives were insignificant, less than “a hill…

My thoughts turnedto my first doors, whereI came from–Ohio–once gone, I doubted if Ishould ever come back to visitthose houses—if theyexisted.The trailer?–a temporary measure,now mere nostalgia. The first houseI remember isin fact there–a bedroomadded, or one divided–red now, with a tree. The secondone, my real childhoodhome, alsopresent, butthe trees are gone.  It looks sad,naked, abandoned.…

What’s your all-time favorite album? I love music questions and I cannot put one album on. I will put my favorite album and probably my top 9 other favorite albums are nine I guess. He will be the type of things you’d wanna have on a desert island on the planet on the moon and…

Two weeks ago, author and blogging friend D.G. Kaye tagged me to take part in a blogging challenge. Debby was one of the first blogging buddies I made when I started this hobby over five years ago. She is primarily a memoir writer, though she dabbles in more serious subjects like grief. Like many of…

after years and years my life I figured it out though aloof and elusive I will essay my purpose even so the paper unsigned my written meow is the truth What do you see # 255- September 23, 2024 Three Things Challenge #M826 Your three words today are:WRITTENPAPERESSAY Image by 99mimimi from Pixabay Coaxing rationale

When I think about the changes in life ,I become comparable to all in half-baked life. First, I peep back into the past I find –Conservative but open in space and time,Happiness in surroundings, Satisfaction in minimum facilities,Meaningful life in shortages, Sharing in opportunities, Closeness in togatherness,Importance in relationships,Hardship but committed,Ease of living.Because of –Simplicity,Generosity,Complacency,Pious…

Welcome to Autumn (or Spring)! I’m posting my reviews a little early as I have some family obligations ahead that will take me through mid-October. My Kindle is loaded with books for my travels including some authors I haven’t read before. I’m delighted to share my reviews – lots of variety, as usual. Below are…

Last week was all about destinations and fun and this week it is about our neighbourhood. Tina from Travels and Trifles is our host this week and has chosen Walking the Neighbourhood. My husband and I moved here 30 years ago last January. It has to be said that when we first got here we…

My message from the Oracle. life wakes uplistening–are the cups halfway there? ask the fool to bring their starsailsand change the holes into windows if the almost of always melts into whenhow will after open the ghost door? take a slow breath and fly as thoughyou remembered the voices of trees we follow eternity home

Much like nature, life is a series of seasons, and each season brings its own unique experiences and beauty. I am definitely experiencing a new season in life, or sometimes I like to refer to it as a new chapter in life. Regardless of whether I call it a new season or a new chapter,…

Hello Friends, I have returned to the land of the living, feeling much better from a week of Covid, about 90% so. I’m still taking it easy because Covid isn’t meant to be taken lightly. But I’m grateful to feel human again. I’m sharing a poem I wrote from one of our day trips with…

Length of stay: 1 dayVisited: May 2024 Castlewood Canyon is located just south of Denver. It was once the site of a dam that was used to store water for irrigation. Due to heavy rains in 1933 the dam broke, leading to one of the worst floods in Denver. The remains of the dam can…

Sunlight shadows in the kitchen beckoned me outside this morning. Jackie has been buying myriads of bulbs and potting them up in the last few days. With the aid of a rusting sack barrow she has transported them to prospective sites, such as this collection on the north west corner of the patio. The pot…

Has someone made you uncomfortable for no apparent reason? Have you ever felt you are being watched but no one is visible? When you must make a decision on which way to turn, do you get a gut feeling that directs you? These sensations are your instincts guiding you toward what is in your best…

Editeur : Pocket Parution : 9 octobre 2014 Genre : Thriller Résumé : Un cadavre, émasculé, qui rouvre les yeux sur la table d’autopsie. Un portable qui se met à sonner dans le corps d’un jeune toxico, mort de brûlures inexplicables. Malgré quinze ans de terrain en Seine-Saint-Denis, Victor Coste, capitaine de police, se prépare…

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