Beautiful poem worth noting and remembering…
When day returns
like something never reached
on the air.
let me speak
from my dream
of her eyes
I so wanted
behind their clouds.)
Let me sing
to the lungs.
(Above is a piece based on poetry written aged 23.
I’ve felt unable to create poems, lately, due to illness.
Hope you think it works?)
(Below is a prelude to this post…)
After logging in, unfamiliar sights transfixed me.
Waves of anxiety coursed through my body.
What was happening?
The screen now resembled a strange, alien puzzle.
A digital nightmare began.
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Greek Anthology 7.26, Antipater of Sidon “Stranger passing by the humble grave of Anakreon, If my books were of any use to you, Pour some wine on my ashes, pour it out in drops So that my bones can smile, refreshed a bit by wine, so I, who loved the shouting raves of Dionysus, so…Somebody to Drink With: Anacreon’s Epitaph and Some Poems — SENTENTIAE ANTIQUAE
It’s weird I had to go to the pharmacy to feel safe from COVID.Pharmacy — Joe Stout Writing
“Times like these are times when people often do turn to poetry. When without words otherwise, we hope to find something akin to how we feel in the ways words are in poems.” Dara Wier (b. December 30, 1949) . . . . . quoteon poetry — The Poetry Department . . . aka The Boynton Blog
Unfortunately, I did not post Richard’s poem “Life is the Life” on The Chamber Magazine as planned on December 26. I was traveling and neglected to take the time to insert the necessary link. “Life is the Life” is now active however.
Loneliness strikes in the cold of the nightUpon the unwashed dishes and flames from the burning stove so bright The dim lights in the room never fully turned offLike a glimmer of hope staying alive for the dwindling heart Books and literature often suffice the lonelySolitude for days in a house so homely There are […]The Night — Write up to the Moment
I am not a fan of the stereotypical American Christmas motifs and hyperbole. This article by a new follower is much more to my taste and gets more to the essence of the holiday season than anything I have seen in a long time.
Blessed are the peacemakers …
“When I despair, I remember that
all through history the way of truth
and love have always won. There
have been tyrants and murderers,
and for a time, they can seem
invincible, but in the end, they
always fall. Think of it … always.”
~ Mahatma Gandhi
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Here’s wishing you and yours all the best this holiday season and throughout the coming new year!
I have talked about my most anticipated adult romances of 2021, but now I want to highlight all the other adult novels releasing in 2021 that I am excited for. There are so many and I could break them into more categories, but that would be too many posts! I realize that there is a […]Most Anticipated Adult Books of 2021 —
El Ciudadano Un equipo de investigadores del Instituto Tecnológico de California, la NASA y Fermilab publicó en la revista PRX Quantum su más reciente experimento, cuyos resultados ponen en alto las esperanzas de crear el Internet cuántico, una tecnología que revolucionaría el mundo de la informática y las comunicaciones. Los investigadores lograron teletransportar qubits, unidades básicas de…¡Inédito! Científicos logran teletransportación cuántica sostenida y a larga distancia — El Ciudadano
The History of Atlantis The history of Atlantis begins with oral traditions in Ancient Greece. Atlantis was mentioned once before in Greek literature prior to Plato by the philosopher Proclus (410-485 BC). Proclus wrote that the historian Marcellus (266-208 BC) described how several islands in the Atlantic Ocean had preserved traditions from their submerged […]Atlantis — Mount Shasta Myths
© Chintis Lundgren Interview: Im Gespräch mit der estnischen Künstlerin und Filmemacherin Chintis Lundgren konnten wir mehr über ihren Kurzfilm „Toomas Beneath the Valley of the Wild Wolves“, der auf dem Open Air des 32. Filmfest Dresden lief, erfahren, wie sie ihren eigenen Stil beschreiben würde und wie sie langsam einen Figurenkosmos aufbaute. The original…Sechs Fragen an Chintis Lundgren — Testkammer
“But habit is a great deadener” (Vladimir: Waiting for Godot) à elle l’acte calme to her the calm actthe savant pores the sex easygoingwaiting not too slow regretting not too long the absencein the service of presencea few tatters of azure in the head the points finally dead of the heartall the tardy grace of […]Samuel Beckett: “l’acte calme” — words and music and stories
“A Little Hatred” (by Joe Abercrombie) – a novel for people who love action and epic fiction. Abercrombie is a gifted genre writer. He opens a new trilogy of fantastic adventure called “The Age of Madness” trilogy. https://twitter.com/lordgrimdark/status http://www.joeabercrombie.com “The age of machines has dawned, but the age of magic refuses to die. With the […]Reading books (Abercrombie, Kerouac and DeLillo) — magicandbeauty
Originally posted on paeansunpluggedblog: “inkblots mutate to form pictures, alphabets, stories I did not create” In my mind’s eye the words are perfectly aligned arranged and arraigned tasked to perform prettily when I sit down to spill ink they assume shapes of their own writing stories I did not dictate! Photo by mikoto.raw from Pexels…Ugly truths — Reena Saxena
The link below is to an article reporting on the 2021 shortlist for the Andrew Carnegie Medals for Excellence in Fiction and Nonfiction. For more visit:https://lithub.com/heres-the-shortlist-for-the-2021-andrew-carnegie-medals-for-excellence-in-fiction-and-nonfiction/2021 Andrew Carnegie Medals for Excellence in Fiction and Nonfiction Shortlist — At the BookShelf
Once again, I thank Lucy for publishing another of my works. This was originally published in 2009 by Six Sentences, which challenges writers to tell a story in only six sentences. It is a wonderful exercise in being concise. I had written the story in another, much longer form a few years before that. I think that one was published somewhere, but I am not certain. This story is based on actual events. While I was in Egypt in 1989, I happened to meet an assistant agricultural attaché for Sudan. She relayed this story to me as having actually happened in Sudan. The witness to the event was not an oil worker though. That was my invention. When I wrote this version years later, I was in a hurry and couldn’t recall whether it happened in Sudan or Somalia, so I arbitrarily chose Somalia. The overall theme of the story remains the same in any event.
I met the world-weary expatriate American at a garden party in Egypt in ’89, several months after he had left the Somali oilfields. He remembered that outside his barracks near Mogadishu there had been warehouses full of rice donated by foreign charities to combat the perpetual famine. The impoverished, inept government had no trucks to distribute the rice and fighting among factions within the government insured none could be arranged while their arcane laws kept them from simply opening the doors. So the rice sat as starving women tried to glean the few grains they could from what had fallen off trucks hauling it in or from what had leaked out through cracks in the walls. One night he awoke to commotion and found that the warehouses were in flames. “The rice had sat so long that it had rotted, so the government burned it―warehouses and all,” he said with…
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