“Without Question”

roses, high noon (a quatrain) I used to fear the night, but ’round your head, there was a glow. I liked it better than the sun, It was love, I was yet to know. —Jade

The Gift by H.D.

The Gift —by H.D. (born 1886, Pennsylvania) Instead of pearls—a wrought clasp— a bracelet—will you accept this? You know the script— you will start, wonder: what is left, what phrase after last night? This: The world is yet unspoiled for you, you wait, expectant— you are like the children who haunt your own steps for…… Continue reading The Gift by H.D.

‘Please Forgive Me’—Rumi

I found the book I must’ve opened some months ago that wasn’t at the store last week; it wasn’t there but I see it in my above photo, so I know what to look for…I think it was Rumi: The Book of Love. 🙏💕📖 —Jade …from another book, a poem by Rumi …The miracle-signs: you…… Continue reading ‘Please Forgive Me’—Rumi

Refreshed He Was, Said Peeko…

(in honor of Britney Spears) I could see Peeko was refreshed after a break from massive amounts of photo-taking from his well-meaning Paparazza Mom 📷☺️🧚‍♀️📸📷 and was wanting a post…🐱 “Yoga, you say? Let me show you how it’s done…” said Peeko. 🦁 “It goes like this.” 🐱🦁🐈 —Peeko

On the Pulse of Morning by Maya Angelou

On the Pulse of Morning by Maya Angelou https://youtu.be/M9nTt2F0Kdc Maya Angelou reading her poem A Rock, A River, A TreeHosts to species long since departed,Marked the mastodon,The dinosaur, who left dried tokensOf their sojourn hereOn our planet floor,Any broad alarm of their hastening doomIs lost in the gloom of dust and ages. But today, the…… Continue reading On the Pulse of Morning by Maya Angelou

Books and Art: Sifting Through for the Best of Rumi, Kahlil Gibran Scare, and My Creative Plan for the Day

I do this too…(I liked finding this illustrated at The Boston Fine Arts Museum, my own photo of this artwork I saw there)…with my silver aluminum water canteen and poetry book, and a rock to sit on. Friday, May 27th, 2022 Sifting Through for the Best of Rumi I think I’d really confused and worked…… Continue reading Books and Art: Sifting Through for the Best of Rumi, Kahlil Gibran Scare, and My Creative Plan for the Day

A Dream from This…

I begin my dream I will hope to fall into, with the scent of the beach soothing me, surprising, such sweet suntan lotion warmed by the sun by my hands, in a book I’d found, softcover… and step into this photo I took tonight, the simplicity of night, white flowers, like jasmine flowers, the evening…… Continue reading A Dream from This…


With you, there is another world layered over this one. It’s so translucent and wondrously original, I’ve said. You ask if there is quality glass shielding all this. There is, I reply, but it feels like the edges are useless… —Jade

It’s Monday and the Right Rumi Has Arrived

May 23rd and continues a few days It’s Monday and the right Rumi has arrived. I’d sorted through editions, I found this pocket-like book containing that same 800 yrs ago poetry, but this time presented by various translators, the main editor’s aim to preserve Rumi’s original rhythm and conciseness. I could see that coming true…… Continue reading It’s Monday and the Right Rumi Has Arrived

Shakespeare Gets a Bath

(kind of) I have enjoyed the spa-like activity of lounging my legs and feet in the bathtub with warm water and soaps, not as a relaxation goal but it makes the skin softer and fragrant. In the meantime, I thought I’d bring Shakespeare’s play I got from the library, called Cymbeline, in to read with…… Continue reading Shakespeare Gets a Bath

Toward Me

These little yellow flowers flown upon the breeze landed on my lap tonight; I liked them…After a little while, I placed the strand of flowers in my purse to take home. Just a moment before the flowers, I’d realized I’d found the wrong edition / format Rumi for me, but it looks like the right…… Continue reading Toward Me

Not My Door, But I Got My Classic and My Bright Bookmark

I finished reading Villette by Charlotte Bronte (1853) last night, felt I could remain within its mists even after the book ended, a ponderous read that I feel safe within… I took these photos on the spot yesterday early afternoon walking around after reading, was still in the middle of Villette. 📷 … Not My…… Continue reading Not My Door, But I Got My Classic and My Bright Bookmark

These Hands…

In the post, A Note Found and a Bookmark and A Great First Art Show, I’d found some surprise things inside books, like a handwritten paper, so I decided to make up my own writing prompt with an idea I’d had…Whether you try this imaginary exercise or another, these free writes can be plenty of…… Continue reading These Hands…

A Song for the Day and Night: Perfect by Ed Sheeran feat. Andrea Bocelli

the moon at dawn Beginning the day with song, attuned to love, listening, maybe a little singing… 💕💖🌴🎼✨💃💗🎼🌴💖💕 https://youtu.be/eiDiKwbGfIY Song starts at 1:00 I love all the lyrics as well, especially how the song gradually winds into full Italian singing, as if on a little gondola gliding over the water with the mandolin sounds and…… Continue reading A Song for the Day and Night: Perfect by Ed Sheeran feat. Andrea Bocelli

What? He Likes the Way He Looks

“Yeah and?” —Peeko The bathroom door was mostly closed and I’d opened it to behold the above view… (📷photo by Dan his dad). 🐱 … photo by me, Monday morning My two full-length poetry books on the coffee table, Moonflower (2018) and A Little Honey Sweetens The Flame (2021). Peeko doesn’t actually endorse anyone’s poetry…… Continue reading What? He Likes the Way He Looks

“In the Deep, Unexpectant Dark”

In the Deep, Unexpectant Dark —for May Ziadeh I cried my tears. I cried your tears on your behalf. I cried in the places where your tears melted and trickled toward mine. I felt your fears and my themes passing through me and on… I looked into your years, and wants, and words. That night,…… Continue reading “In the Deep, Unexpectant Dark”

A Note Found and a Bookmark and A Great First Art Show

I found this bookmark in a library book I’d taken out and read yesterday, a slim blue copy of literary insight with a little biography of poet Edna St. Vincent Millay. From that book, these lines of a poem by Edna I’d not heard of spoke to me most poignantly: The stone the angel rolled…… Continue reading A Note Found and a Bookmark and A Great First Art Show

“This Is…”

Humidity. This is the red flower moon full of… This is an anonymous lady shouting out, grilling, “Don’t be sorry, honey!” [to a man with her] of me, after there was no altercation, but only kindly manners, as he’d come quickly around a hidden bend, jogging toward my cart as I stepped aside, said I…… Continue reading “This Is…”