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Art Poetry

Merry Christmas

redflower

Christmas Day

The moon is shining in the sky
The stars are twinkling down
The frost is glistening on the grass
And on the rooftops ’round
And I am sitting in my bed
And thinking of the way
One night turned all nights upside down
And made this Christmas Day.

Categories
Art Spiritual

Reflection

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Reflection (74 Words)

O looking back the way I came,
I found my future much the same;
The dreams short-lived, the shadows tall,
Still one true Light above it all.

Categories
Art Poetry

Land of the Dead

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Land of the Dead (94 Words)

Over the gray mountains
So it is said
Lies a Valley of Shadows
The Land of the Dead.

Categories
Photo Spiritual

Wishing Rock

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Wishing Rock (159 Words)

She reached the rock at twilight’s early colors. The stone’s peculiar shape, the deep bowl at its center, reminded Alice of a well. Perhaps that was why it was known as the “wishing rock.” There was water in the basin, but it was shallow and green with resilient plant life.

Alice managed to climb the rock-side, leaning over the water’s surface. Protected from wind, the water was flat, glass-like and still.

Categories
Photo Spiritual

Animal Eyes

tltweek112

Animal Eyes (24 Words)

There is something about looking into the eyes of animal.

Categories
Art Literature

Because That’s What Snow Is, Right?

blueflower

A little treat for the snow. You wouldn’t believe the bad rep it gets. Maybe you would. But…’tis the season for forgiveness?

Snow

A subtle difference is in the sky,
A light to dream or softly whisper by—
As if, with Heaven’s quiet grace endowed,
A candle flame were whisk’d within each cloud,
And showing faintly through the grey-cast veil
That makes some shining Ceremony pale
Concealing kindled starlight from our eyes
Lest we perceive what angels realize;
Oh still that thrill of eager wonder bright
We feel for this white magic at mid-night.

Categories
Books Humor

The Very Storied Life of A.J. Fikry

storied

Let it not be said that I did not enjoy Gabrielle Zevin’s The Storied Life of A.J. Fikry. I did enjoy it. In fact, I only write reviews if I hate or love a book, and I very much hated and loved The Storied Life of A.J. Fikry.

Categories
Art Fantasy

Wallie Melancholy

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It’s one of those days. A phone call (or none). A letter. A cloud over the tree. Wallie the Imp and I are not our usual cheerful selves. And as usual, when no spoken word can work out the knots in a melancholy mood, the written word sometimes comes through just right. It’s time for contemplation, an apocalypse, a woman not of this world and a man who very much is. It’s time for a little low music.