Resolution, Something That Scared Me, And The Moon I Greeted

Resolution It was a nice idea I had to not talk about my own thoughts or views today but it didn’t happen; no apologies, no one needed to hear and maybe I needed to say it, so I am not sorry about not keeping my plan, and I listened, which was more important to me…… Continue reading Resolution, Something That Scared Me, And The Moon I Greeted

A Recent Online Poetry Reading by Indelible

This was a great, relaxed Zoom poetry reading by Indelible for their just launched latest issue. I attended it having heard of the event through the author and artist Hedy Habra whose poetry book I’d recently bought and had hosted on this blog a giveaway for the free extra copy l’d accidentally received myself. During…… Continue reading A Recent Online Poetry Reading by Indelible

The Sky That Held the Sea and Its Setting Sun

utkatasana pose, yoga Nantasket beach. Little shallow waves dipping very low and close to the shore. On the beach a man had fallen into a still, deep sleep lying on his belly, the sound of loud dance music playing from the radio beside him…and then the sun began to set on the way back… ……… Continue reading The Sky That Held the Sea and Its Setting Sun

My Pencil Tracing Up and On

/.≥≥≥≥≥≥≥≥≥≥.//////////////; My cat Peeko typed the above and is now standing proudly and accomplished. It was exciting to see that I had found some forgotten sketches in this forgotten Van Gogh blank book. Yesterday I sketched the beginning of the painting I wish to paint next and will add to it next time as what…… Continue reading My Pencil Tracing Up and On

I’ll Play My Own Part

The little book I wished to read and couldn’t spot on the shelves at the library yesterday I believe was called Faery Queene by Edmund Spenser, and online today, it says the book is at that library with the call number… I could place a hold online but next time I wish to, I will…… Continue reading I’ll Play My Own Part

A Not So Blissful Little Day’s Adventure

I had found all my lost, forgotten sketchbooks and was ready to sketch my idea in one before painting it, when I discovered I didn’t have a pencil. So I took a photo in seated meditation with the sketchbooks, but later on I realized the way my hair fell looked like I had intentionally worn…… Continue reading A Not So Blissful Little Day’s Adventure

The First Painted Fiction I Read and A Paintbrush to Hold

* Sometime in the night I opened my eyes a moment to a very big golden moon and so bright, better than the dreams I had that I don’t remember. The moon will be full in Capricorn and it is called the Strawberry moon among other names. And now onto the book review… I hadn’t…… Continue reading The First Painted Fiction I Read and A Paintbrush to Hold

End Note

In today’s earlier post about finishing translating the poetry book Flowers of a Dream, I thought the quote I’d originally added probably wasn’t by May, but I didn’t know for sure so I posted it anyway 😐: ”Books are the only place two strangers can meet in private.” I had written a recent post on…… Continue reading End Note

Tapping The Book Closed But The Words Go On

May put me in a seaside poetry cove with her awhile and then she put the blush of dawn back into this blog. Today I finished translating into English and choosing the most fitting words for Flowers of a Dream by May Ziadeh (published under the penname, Isis Copia in 1911.) This project taught me…… Continue reading Tapping The Book Closed But The Words Go On

Tuesday At The Literary Salon, May’s House

Were they drinking rose syrup in their coffee at those literary gatherings, maybe in Egypt, or was it a choice between rose syrup and coffee? Well, this is a question I wondered and typed into the search. I think some people might have chosen coffee and maybe put rose syrup in theirs too. It is…… Continue reading Tuesday At The Literary Salon, May’s House

Morning Tea with a Guest from Above, My Grandma

I set up a chair for whichever guest may arrive for tea this morning. I imagined then my grandma sat down, saying “Hi Jade.” She would be awake early like me even on a Sunday. I put on Frank Sinatra’s soothingly older sounding songs from Past, Present, and Future, the musician she’d listened to when…… Continue reading Morning Tea with a Guest from Above, My Grandma

Everything is Everywhere

You might write a poem before bed and then fall asleep, dreaming and forgetting just how the poem ends all at the same time. Good, as another day is coming to remember better. And after that, a new moon. But now a kiss is sent from the balcony up to the blushing plum sky again.…… Continue reading Everything is Everywhere

I Found Flowers Along The Way

I found the jasmine flowers. I didn’t pick them; they fell into my hands. Until next time … Summer is coming and you could win a book at the same time: When Summer Begins You Can Win a Book of Poetry

When Summer Begins You Can Win a Book of Poetry

I would like to say hello to new readers and to anyone who’s been reading awhile. On the blog, you can win this poetry book for free! I received an extra copy of it when my first missing one had turned up in my mailbox, and it was a happy surprise; now you can be…… Continue reading When Summer Begins You Can Win a Book of Poetry

There I Was in 2021, There I Appeared in 1921

While walking along the fiction section at Barnes and Noble, I came across The House at Riverton, a book by a familiar author, Kate Morton, which I purchased then and am reading now. It was the book I thought beforehand I should find myself within before I knew what this one of hers was about:…… Continue reading There I Was in 2021, There I Appeared in 1921