Everything Under the Moon

“ Life is a book and there are a thousand pages I have not yet read. ”—Cassandra Clare ------------------ Each day a new page meets the reader's eye, each year a chapter ends, the next begins, the moral of the story of our sins is bound in leather—seldom cut and dry. The twists of plot can make us l...

Burn It Down [/u] “ My barn having burned to the ground, I can now see the moon. ”—Kristen Jongen ------------------ It stood for generations as it served its purpose well and weathered many growing seasons fine, yet stood for prohibition as a looming sentinel outside her bedroom window just beyond...

The American Rebel: Myth or Reality? A golden-buckled separatist in modest black attire, I am a pilgrim struggling to find my Plymouth Rock three thousand miles removed from all the Church of England's ire, a righteous rebel seeking refuge from the chopping block. Or am I clad in deerskin with a co...

http://attfreya.com/images/futhark3/th/14-Perthro.png Initiation [/b] This ancient rune transcends a person's disabilities, to spark the Phoenix's clandestine ways; by esoteric force of change its runic Magick frees the blind man from his cynical malaise. Applied to human nature it is symbolized by...

“ The true sign of intelligence is not knowledge but imagination. ”—Albert Einstein “ E=mc2 ”—Albert Einstein ------------------ Applied Physics [/u] If energy and mass are different forms (diverse expressions) of a single thing, could we steal thunder from celestial storms whose power causes mortal...

I remember watching Alice. Flo was quite fond of telling Mel to kiss her grits. I just never understood how Alice could raise a kid on what she made as a waitress. Snow Haha! I knew someone around here would be old enough to get the references. They shared a one-bedroom flat and Alice slept on a pu...

On Our Way to the Grand Canyon, Circa 1979 [/u] The summer vacation of '79 was something I'll never forget, Although, for the most part, the roadtrip was fine, we made a pit-stop we would quickly regret. We'd pulled off the highway to grab a quick bite at some greasy diner called "Mel's",...

Our Evening Walk [/u] Let's walk together hand-in-hand between the chiseled stones that loom as morbid monuments to buried human bones. Let's pause before the one that seems the least of all of those, a crumbling block atop the grave for whom god only knows. This sandstone marker has become a porou...

Magickal Sam [/u] Control is the key to the sorcerer's game of secretive reason and rhyme, enabling him to achieve his true aim and master the "Spiral of Time". He harnesses forces of nature unseen by those he considers profane, and conjures, by way of the internecine, the lightning of pl...

" No man ever steps in the same river twice. " — Heraclitus -------------- Panta Rhei [/b] Called "The Obscure" by those too blind to see the genius of his core philosophy, a man possessed of wisdom well beyond the confines of accepted normalcy; headmaster of the school of though...

Yin and Yang (Denturn) The dark and cool of shadows cast on fields of wheat already reaped, the emptiness inside a glass, the hue of tea leaves fully steeped, deceleration, braking force, completion by receptiveness, such things exemplify the source of feminine Yin's gracefulness; while... scorchin...

http://cdn.designbeep.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/08/3.cracked-mud1.jpg Drought Stricken Cracked mud, her lips, forewarned me of the dried-up riverbed that was a kiss to whet her raging thirst; her tongue, a sandy sidewinder, had ventured out ahead in time for me to brush aside the worst. Her eyes,...

Your granddaughter sounds like a cutie.

Can't take credit for the image, but I'm happy to know my posting it here brought something good to mind for you.

https://ap-pics2.gotpoem.com/ap-pics/item/13429/718.jpg?157jpg182 Flying in Their Faces [/b] The story of the turquoise owl, whose name was Hooty Blue, is one that anyone who stands apart can relate to. The color of her feathers made her the minority, the ONLY one that hatched among the brown major...

https://ap-pics2.gotpoem.com/ap-pics/contest/2689/118.jpg?2f13c6255f1c8bb Fundamentalism at Its Finest There was a sect of Christianity, whose female members couldn't cut their hair, nor were they free to choose what clothes to wear; but that was back in 1923. No pants, no makeup (most of all, no f...