Big changes in my life may be soon pressed upon me... While not inevitable, these changes are highly probable... Ergo, in anticipation, I shall press big and immediate changes upon this website and blog. #prayfortheagentsofchange
This is a poem that isn't But probably it could Even though it shouldn't And even if it were It more than likely wouldn't #anythingbutpoliticsrightnow
So, I was thinking (yes, I understand the risks)... But, I was thinking, just imagine if each of the 25,109 and growing followers of this humble site were to donate just $1.00 to help me fund my film LEAVE... Just imagine how much that would be! Keep in mind that I am a product of …
It must mean something that I’m coming across this and that about my hometown on the web recently (maybe it has something to do with the Cavs realigning the Universe with their winning of the NBA Championship).
Thanks so much to my friend Ava of Fresh Brewed Thoughts for “bridging” this to my attention.
Please visit Bruce Stambaugh’s wonderful site to see all of his beautiful covered bridge photographs.
By Bruce Stambaugh
I’ve been curious about covered bridges for a long time. I wondered about their purpose other than the obvious one of crossing from one side of a stream to another.
My curiosity got the best of me recently. Accompanied by my wife and another couple, we went exploring all 18 of Ashtabula County’s covered bridges. We discovered that the unique architectural wonders were so much more than a conveyance from one bank to another.
If you’re not familiar with Ashtabula County, it’s Ohio’s northeastern most county. It bumps against both Lake Erie on the north and Pennsylvania to the east.
It’s a big county with varied topography and land usage. Its trail of covered bridges is one of its most distinctive features. Most of the bridges are still in use today.
Covered bridge hobbyists admire the intricate architectural details of the wooden tunnels. I…
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Many of the haiku and other poems in Short Verses & Other Curses were written as a therapeutic balm in response to my cancer. I don't know why or how I survived all that nonsense but I suspect writing the poems helped at least a little. Recent events make it seem to me that my …
When I first began articulating this post in my head, it was framed around the question, "When will it all end?" But after just a few seconds of contemplation around it I quickly realized that question is quite ridiculous. Obviously, we are no where near a point in which we can even begin speculating about …
PARIS by elizabeth stokkebye Seventeen and in Paris on my own. It was my first encounter with the city of love and I was fortunate to stay with an aunt and uncle, who both being workaholics, left me with oceans of time to explore. I hurried out the door to experience the vast world of …
Another day has passed Another year has passed And, woe, others shall pass anon Who amongst us needs such a curse As that which forever to us will elude As that which forever to us will delude Yea, instead, choose to seek thine peace In that which shan't ne'er forsake For 'tis thy present ~~~~ …
If I had a bit more courage and a lot more scholarship, I would have discussed the similarities and differences between a haiku poem and a senryū poem in the introduction of my newly released book of poetry Short Verses & Other Curses: Haiku, Senryū, Tanka & Other Poetic, Artistic, & Photographic Miscellany. However, seeing …
just the dreamers #notetoself #sillysayingsmakemesmile
#birdsbirdsandmorebirds okaysoiaintnohitchcock whatsoutyourwindow
it's funny, life is we are so busy living we forget to live Let's Send The Year Out In Poetic Style See Newsletter Love (007-15) for details Must be a subscriber to participate
restricted we are not by laws or by limits but by self alone
I killed him? You killed him? We all killed him? It's what we do? It's what we think? It's our expectations? It's what you expect of me? It's what I expect of you? Your expectations are killing me? My expectations are killing you? Self-fulfilling Prophecies? I talk a lot about living here. And dying …
To Be and ye shall be... #notetoself #iamthatiam #abundance
beyond the creek's bend sight unseen still it must flow but how do we know
On this day five years ago, I received the news that a recent lung biopsy showed that my lungs were inflicted with a severe form of graft versus host disease (GVHD) called bronchiolitis obliterans syndrome (BOS). BOS, I came to find out, was a known but uncommon side-effect resulting from a bone marrow transplant (for …
blossoms and decay from rose to a tangled rot such is this, our lot #boo
life's dichotomies the blacks or whites, ins or outs the falsehoods or truths
bypass the hazard detours become the way true closure's clarity
life comes as a blur wanting no time for focus until it has passed
You are Love, my Love My Love, you are My Love
what is it, this life I think I may know - do I this life, what is it
all that lies ahead were once choices to be made from now comes the then
thine eyes seek not truths they seek only what's been shone trust thine heart alone
the moon that waxes is also the moon that wanes beauty has phases
yea, the day must end and yield its light to the night ere night shines again
the sun's shimmering casts cold and silent shadows with its warmth and light
dark clouds massive loom promising a coming doom pray it passes soon
when dusk draws the dew when dark rises from the dell when sad lows linger
what is it we seek yea, that cannot once be found with a soul upturned
life's truest restraints its most true and confining are those which we think #iamthatiam
the truth of it all is found in that which is done all else is just dreams
though blossoms sweet 'tis love 'lone before my eyes your love, my love sweet
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Bound to Leave What a beautiful sunset, I thought. I used to hate people who enjoyed shit like this, but I didn't realize there is beauty in distance and hope in somewhere else. roughtradeblog.wordpress.com You can share your experiences Relating to Humans by visiting here.
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may the paths we walk though they may diverge at times stay true to our course
Visual and verbal inspiration from the lovely and loving Megi of HappyNest in America…
You can view the unedited version here. (And while there, you might as well check out my few other vids, "Like" them, perhaps, and if you feel slightly daring, go ahead and subscribe to my channel.) #iamthatiam #abundance
NO RACE TO CALL HOME newmommytesla I have no idea what race or culture to identify with. My blood is mixed. I don’t fit into any one category. I’m Aztec, Spanish, Scottish-Irish, English, German, and little slivers of many more. It was difficult growing up, not being able to relate to one side. Not …
To all the Sailors lost at Sea Whatever to Them Their Sea May be And remembering thus That all of Us Through Life Are Sailing We *This poem is the dedication for the forthcoming short story collection LEAVE: And Other Stories Short And Shorter
During that half-measured beat of our lives for Heaven, we look upward to Sky for Hell, downward to Earth All while desperately, dependently, desirously existing within an infinitely expanding Universe - our One Song Eternal - a Rhythmical Void void of Direction of Time A Void where that which we seek be it that Heaven, …
Where does It come from The Matter of Science The That of God We think we know We believe we know But we're wrong And we're right You think I don't I believe You won't The Matter The That Forever trapped We are - within our thoughts within our beliefs - within an eternally transcendent …
Love this shot. Many more equally beautiful at Saptorini's website. Check it out.. I also encourage you to check out Jordan Dodd's work as part of our Residency Program. Let me know if you have a large, creative project you would like to host here as part of our initiative to spread the Creative Love. …
Only the me within me is mine That of me without me is yours theirs public property My intentions irrelevant my impact consequential deadly Investigate me like an animal like a dog me with two-tone vision me black or white my grays relevant consequential deadly me You see him you see me what you see …
Well, to be honest, I'm not sure it's an exact quote. I'd check but my About page is so damn long I don't feel like going through all the effort. So, I guess it would be more accurate for me to say: To paraphrase from my "About" page... Which I will now do: I love …