Yellow Sunflowers. Others call them weeds, and yet, They brighten my day. Advertisements
I got my year end summary and realized that I only posted 25 times last year. That is just sad. Will try to do better this year. While doing holiday cleaning, I found a poem on the floor. It’s old. I can tell by the yellow paper, but what I can’t tell is if it … Continue reading
A Glorious Sky! Orange-shouldered Orion throws the Boomerang moon.
To the song of birds an orange ladybug dances along my forearm
One morning, as I stood on my porch, I noticed some plants growing under the tree nearest the house. I walked closer and looked down to see a vine with reddish leaves in groups of three. “Oh no, I have Poison Ivy growing right in front of the house!” I cried. When I was a … Continue reading
Lightning strikes after spring rain, mixing pleasure with the pain. Clouds let in a shaft of light. Morning sun piercing through night. Rise to meet another day. Meals to eat and bills to pay. Order interspersed with strife. bittersweet the trails of life.
by Rosalyn Hunter This week I watched the Youtube music awards . A chaotic and someone uneven affair with alternating moments of exhilaration and lameness. But watching the show brought to mind how much more collaborative the world is now than it was in the past. In the audience of the show, dozens of people … Continue reading
I love, at large events when the tiny countries come up to play. I never fail to notice. Watching with rapt attention as the Namibian ice skater comes to the floor, in borrowed skates made white by a fresh coat of shoe polish. Who didn’t have the benefit of blue ribbon training camps, or corporate … Continue reading
No longer lonely sharing the Earth’s morning sky The Sun and The Moon
The future of fiction – Crowdsourcing and getting paid to write http://kck.st/1bPRPwb Someone once said that everyone has a novel under their bed, or at least on their computer. For most people, that’s enough, just having it there, and it doesn’t matter if anyone sees it. But for others, it isn’t enough. You want to … Continue reading