Sometimes, children play this game. One will start singing a song, then the next one will sing with them and the first one will stop singing. But then another child will take up the song, and they will pass the song on and on for as long as they can. It is their way of … Continue reading
I have a shy hearteasily overpowered by the wants and needs of others.a silent heartthat holds its loves deep like a patch of green algaeat the base of a roiling waterfallhardly noticedcontributing littlebending wildly in the cacophony But perhaps one frosty springwhen the water is lowand the stream is covered with a narrow sheen of … Continue reading
Seven ideas to help you get out of the rut that you get stuck in when in the middle of an art project. It started with desire, I listened to a song and fell in love with it, and then I heard an idea and I knew that this song could go well with it. … Continue reading
Before going to the movie, I was not that interested in it. After all, I lived through the eighties, and I wasn’t that nostalgic for the time. I thought much of the music then was lame, and the insistence on money and appearing successful was not something that I found very appealing. I supposed that … Continue reading
I watched black panther and my generally favorable view of the movie was marred by the closing words. And so I wanted to go back to the core question and ask, what can we learn from a nation of farmers? Continue reading
In America people are taught to be ashamed of being poor. Poverty is a moral failing. We are paraded with images of people who rose from nothing to achieve great things and asked why we haven’t done the same. The poor did not pull themselves out of poverty through their own labor. That means they … Continue reading
She walks across the world In a dress of silver-blue Her train, you’ll find will drag behind One thousand miles, and two.
My mind brushed by dreams, Like willow branches floating, On the ponds surface.
I am a host To billions of tiny creatures Microorganisms living On and in my body features I am their home The landscape on which they persist My body is their mother Earth Do they even know I exist? Am I their God? Do they pray to me to live through antibiotic rounds I take … Continue reading