Thanks Stacey. I took a look at your new site and I was blown away. Your images tickle my imagination and delight my eyes. Very, very creative stuff you've been doing.
Such a wonderful slant to her eyes along with that very straight fringe (bangs, you guys call them I think), gives her an edge on beauty and makes her more than that. Different features bring out different associations, makes me think she could look any way she chose to look. Talent, bags of it.
Happy Thursday to you, sweet pea, hope all's bright and happy down your way!
I write fiction and poetry and sometimes poetry within the fiction but not always, fiction, not always within the poetry. Currently, I have three ongoing series: (1) The Story of Kyra, an exploration of love; (2) 1944, The Story of Mary, an exploration of grief from the loss of love; and (3) the KKB series, a medieval epic rendered in lyric verse. I hope you enjoy your stay. Comments are encouraged, appreciated and always warmly acknowledged and engaged.
Quote For The Day
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"So once again, we have the U.S. government, as in the case of the Fort Hood
attacks, knowing about someone, knowing that they were suspicious, but that
in...
Tiny Little Chairs
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Tiny Little Chairs is a series of precious metal pendants celebrating mid
century design. I would like an Eames Lounger, please! (via Tim)
Mashed Potatoes, Round Two
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In the rare event that you have any leftover mashed potatoes from your
Christmas dinner (they are among the first dish to be devoured at our
table), this...
Between Waking and Dreams
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Balance by Adam Zagajewski Translated by Clare Cavanagh I watched the arctic landscape from above and thought of nothing, lovely nothing. I o...
(not so) silent night
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*"we wish you a merry christmas..."*
Blogger is being a booger about letting me put in captions, so here's a
hodge podge of photos from the week of Christm...
doubt
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Doubt is a funny word. It looks as if it should be pronounced "doo-bit."
Maybe it should be spelled with a "ght" like in "drought." Dought. But then
I gues...
Furled Up Fire
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That little guy might be in trouble if he can't get his car started!
[image: Furled up Fire]
The wallpaper version is available at the preceding link.
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Sick
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as a dog I am. If this keeps up I should be much slimmer by the time 2010 rolls around. Not a bad thing altogether.Signing off with one of my all-time favour...
Dec. 26, 2009: The Writer's Almanac
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Saturday's Poem: "The Blessing of the Old Woman, the Tulip, and the Dog" by
Alicia Suskin Ostriker, from The Book of Seventy. Saturday's Literary Notes:
It...
enmeshed
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there is a web that stretches the earthand ties us one to onesome might call it elaboratebut it is not well designed or prettyit is a meshthat binds my human...
The Ghazal of What Hurt (Peter Cole)
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Pain froze you, for years—and fear—leaving scars.
But now, as though miraculously, it seems, here you are
walking easily across the ground, and into town ...
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"You never enjoy the world aright till the sea itself flows in your veins,
till you are clothed with the heavens and crowned with the stars and
perceive yo...
MERRY CHRISTMAS!
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Silk, Siete and I wish you all the very Merriest of Holidays! We’re chowing
down, enjoying the delights of family, friends and some of the nicest hay
anyo...
Molt. Rest. Molt.
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Here's a poem from Amy Gerstler's terrific new book DEAREST CREATURE, a
total pleasure for Christmas Eve. Not exactly in the holiday spirit, but,
like this...
Omni Daily News
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What's Old Is Jung Again: One of the pioneers of modern psychology and dream analysis, psychiatrist Carl Jung (1875-1961) is enjoying a renaissance of sorts ...
Sleep in Heavenly Peace
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*Mother Badger, circa 1934-36*
After a really long day Tuesday, I sat down at the computer instead of
packing for holiday camping as I'd intended to do. I...
Punch bowl
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Automated Post:
Merry Christmas!!!
Fill up the punch bowl, drink up and celebrate. And if you have no punch
bowl, fill up your heart, drink up from it, and...
merry christmas to one and all x
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[image: chrtistmas mother nature by ruthie redden]to all the lovely
followers & the folks who read this blog
thank you, wishing you all a golden, peaceful c...
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*A Few Things to Think About at Christmas*
Are you looking for ways to cut out gift-giving in this season? Here's an
economic case for doing so. Or, like F...
Bob Dylan Christmas Party
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I know many may have already seen Bob Dylan’s “Must Be Santa,” but I
couldn’t let the season pass without including this unusual portrayal of a
catchy ho...
Ya Gotta Love, Admire, Adulate, Worship Roget
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Like kleenex, for tissue
and funky, for rank,
a guido is cool
a cistern's a tank.
Roget was a marvel,
I am a big fan,
let's all tip our hats
to this long-wi...
UnChristmassy Christmas post
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Hi.
I had no idea what to get you, so here's a bunch of my all time favorite
songs. This list is silly and sentimental and has tons of oldies because
when...
snow and shelter
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[image: Photobucket]
[image: Photobucket]
Wenn der Schnee ans Fenster fällt,
Lang die Abendglocke läutet,
Vielen ist der Tisch bereitet
Und das Ha...
Parenting books cause panic attacks
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I’ve been reading books about raising children with low impulse control.
These books are written by important sounding people with advanced degrees
attache...
MERRY CHRISTMAS
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Good morning, my fine friends,
Merry Christmas, happy holidays, Frohe Weihnachten. This year has gone by
with lightning speed, so it seems. Would you a...
Making Spirits Bright With Heifer International
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(6PM Update Below - keep clicking and commenting on the links!)
You guys are the ones who make this blog, and if you are reading it in a
place that's warm ...
Valparaiso University Press Release for SEEDED LIGHT
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I am pleased to note the following press release distributed today by
Valparaiso University’s office of public relations:
Professor’s poetry book called “s...
#130 Ray-Ban Wayfarers
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White people can do powerful things with their eyes: casting judgment,
indicating scorn, and obnoxiously rolling them when someone says something
they don’...
The Expressive Power of Dance
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(Photo by Robin Holland) This week on THE JOURNAL, Bill Moyers spoke with renowned choreographer and dance artist Bill T. Jones about his art form and his re...
Chocolate-Dipped Hazelnut Marbles
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[image: Happy Holidays!]
*[Billes de noisette au chocolat]*
As a small gift to celebrate the holiday season, I give you this recipe
drawn from my cookbo...
'Twas the night before Christmas..
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And the Grinch, with his Grinch-feet ice cold in the snow, stood puzzling and puzzling, how could it be so? It came without ribbons. It came without tags. It...
First Jesus-Era Dwelling Unearthed in Nazareth
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A priest examines the excavation of the 2,000-year-old dwelling.
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Archaeologists yesterday unveiled the first dwelling in Nazareth dating to
the era of ...
Winter Solstice
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Sunrise at Stonehenge on the Winter Solstice, 2003.
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[Today is the Winter Solstice, one of the most venerated days throughout
recorded history. Here, I’...
The Stories of Four Poles
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The population of Poland was about 36,000,000 when the Nazis decided to
destroy the country and its people. Six million of them died. The ones who
didn't d...
Happy Solstice!
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Happy Winter Solstice
Today my daughter drew the name of the give away winner out of a hat. She
picked two names that had snagged together, so there are t...
The Heart of Darkness
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The Winter Solstice is upon us and the days are as dark as they are going to
be. Another cold front is moving in and it may snow here again tomorrow,
the ...
So Close Yet
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My big goal for this year was to end it having reached 500 ebooks sold.
There’s ten days left, and I’m still 131 short of that goal, so it doesn’t
look lik...
Gentle Chaos
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i do not feel Christmasthis year.i just don't feel it.i worry that this translates to my children,as i'm sure it does.i worry that i am ruining my children,a...
Crashing
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I'm typing this with my eyes closed. As I posted below, drops an eye doc
gave me to soothe the eyes when my sinuses were burning rebounded on me.
About thr...
Philip Pardi
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Philip Pardi is the author of Meditations on Rising and Falling (University
of Wisconsin Press, 2008), which won the Bittingham Prize in Poetry. has
publi...
Love to Dance T-Shirt
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[image: Love to Dance shirt]
Love to Dance by StargazerDesigns
Ballet, ballroom, jazz, modern, whatever. Were you born to dance? Show the
world you're a da...
my trip to the zoo...
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I went to the zoo this past weekend. Animals tend to make me smile and I
needed a smile. This is a nifty little widget made via my website. You can
click...
On couple (of)
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A correspondent writes to ask about the premodifying use of *couple* without
a following *of*. She has found a usage comment in her *Canadian Oxford
Dictio...
Sometimes things don't work out how you plan
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“Are you saying, I am not right in the head?” I say, attempting my best wry
smile, trying to lighten the mood. This stranger looks up at me from the
monito...
A blast from the past
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At this time last year* **this* was going on and I was wondering if and or
when it would stop.
I am happy to report it does stop and things do get better, ...
Theorem Painting
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Stencil painting is an ancient art, but it became the rage in America in the
early 1800s as artists created extraordinarily beautiful stenciled paintings
o...
Out of the shadows?
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There, in between the crisp white sheets he rested as the sun rose. Sleepily
he said “Get up” and reached for his camera. I tried for graceful as I
slipped...
I Can Hold the Nights Against Him
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*Last night I danced.
I was outside, on a patio, and there was music,
and I closed my eyes, and I danced.
When I opened them, I looked towards the sky...
the sleeping me
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The little me
sleeps and schemes
projecting illusive
dreams,
dancing with maya
and avoiding the fire
that could wipe it's karma
clean.
And the soul sits...
'Adieu'
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*She'll tread softly away*
*from him,*
*so he won't hear her leave*
*Disappearing like the wind*
*gliding through trees*
*leaving a gentle chime of leaves*...
in search of the light
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*My senses;* are on fire
*I hear; *nothing but the sound of my breathing, my heartbeat
*I see;* blackness
*I feel; v*ery much alone
as
*I stumble* in this d...
Great Aunt Celine
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Grandmama's sister, Great Aunt Celine, is staying with Grandmama until the
new year.
Like Grandmama, Great Aunt Celine has an air of sophistication. She's ...
"It's a Mute Point"
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"No, I'm pretty sure it's not a *mute* point. If it were a mute point you
wouldn't be saying it aloud to me right now would you?" Is what I wanted to
say. ...
Homeward Bound
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I took yesterday off from work as a "Mental Health" day. Ahhhhh, it felt so
good to be in my home, alone, for an entire day. It had been weeks
(literally) ...
Joyland contributor makes good!
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Good news to share: this month sees the publication of the debut novel by
Joseph G. Peterson, a Joyland Chicago contributor. Titled Beautiful Piece,
it’s s...
The Bath Letter
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After we spoke, I began the immersion. I lit two long tapered candles, drew
a bath, scented its waters with oils of lavender and sandalwood, then
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A Special Request...
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*Prayer For The Day*
*I pray that I will find happiness in doing the right thing. I pray that I
will find satisfaction in obeying spiritual laws.
*
No vid...
Dylan Thomas to Caitlin Thomas, 1950
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* March 16, 1950
Cat: my cat: If only you would write to me: My love, oh Cat.
This is not, as it seems from the address above, a dive, a join...
Memory
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Apple grabs Eve.
She doesn't like skin, though, so
A thin red strip
Drops to the dirt. Her arms are
White.
Her eyes are open.
.
Midbite,
Adam returns. ...
Why I Don't Write
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Writing is work. I hate work.
Socialism is a failed theory. I wish it wasn’t.
Because I hate work.
And writing is work.
I read somewhere that to be good ...
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I've decided to close comments for this blog. It's not because anyone said anything that hurt. Quite the contrary! You've always been wonderful, and for t...
The Balcony
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Mother of memories, mistress of mistresses,
O thou, my pleasure, thou, all my desire,
Thou shalt recall the beauty of caresses,
The charm of evenings b...
endings
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I am done remaining faithful to the man who has not initiated sex with me in
almost a decade. I am not divorcing him, I am simply going to find what I
need...
Checking in!
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Greetings and hallucinations! Hope this finds everyone well and happy.
Life is very good. Work is going well, I have an active social life, my cult
keeps ...
Ownership Spirit – Testimonial
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I was the Class President in high school. I was always one to succeed at
whatever I tried. Sports, academics, business, whatever…. It didn’t
matter. Th...
Millions of Us
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It's called skin hunger. We need to touch each other. If we don't
experience 16 touches a day, we unconsciously start bumping into people. Our
skin gets l...
outer transport + interview
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I though it was time for me to introduce to you my new concept, and i hope
this one will go a long way. it's a blog dedicated to my space related
images....
May Morning Haiku
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April showers
coming down by buckets full
in May
blackberries
white blossoms disguising
sharp thorns
blackberries
white blossoms predict
cold snap
small b...
The Story of Kyra is written in a mosaic format, poetic prose, an acquired taste. Each chapter (post) is like a tile and not always laid in linear or chronological order. In other words, The Story is not written as a book, has no real beginning or end and the plot is secondary to the internal (psychological) examination of the characters and their actions. New readers are encouraged to read the Who's Who (linked just below under Story Stuff) and pick up The Story from the current post. Starting at the beginning (first post--26 Nov 2005) is not recommended. Enjoy.
14 comments:
Yul be extending your talents, I see. ;-)
Can't wait to see more.
She looks mischievious.
Alex, Yul tends to extend more than just my talents. I think I see what Rog sees in her. The lass is a bit of a vixen. :-D
Terry, very good word for Yul. :-)
Not only can you make fractals, you can draw, too! You're very talented!
Thanks Stacey. I took a look at your new site and I was blown away. Your images tickle my imagination and delight my eyes. Very, very creative stuff you've been doing.
I love her lips....and her eyes....but I really love her lips!
She is a special one Meg. Glad to see you appreciate her finer attributes. :-)
Such a wonderful slant to her eyes along with that very straight fringe (bangs, you guys call them I think), gives her an edge on beauty and makes her more than that. Different features bring out different associations, makes me think she could look any way she chose to look.
Talent, bags of it.
Happy Thursday to you, sweet pea, hope all's bright and happy down your way!
Sweetest, any day, which has as part a comment from you, is a great day. :-)
Thanks for the update. I'm very happy to hear things are going well.
As for Yul, well, she does seem to get her way most of the time, at least with Rog. :-D
Your kind sweet insightful words are always dearly appreciated my sweetest. :-)
Again, love those eyes!
Chicky, I'm looking forward to painting those eyes. Been studying a few tutorials on eyes. I'm gonna make her proud. :-D
Happy Friday! :-)
And a Happy Friday to you too Sweetest. :-)
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