The morning sky today easily put some blush upon my face too. 😊🙏 Windows I’d just cleaned yesterday on both sides, including the glass door, and yes, my plants are looking more alive again, was excited to wake up today and see what the view would be through such clear glass… And there was another…… Continue reading Unfolding The Way With Sky Blushes, A Falling Book, And A Suddenly Seen Keurig Machine
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A Sweet, Refreshing Beginning…
The literary salon begins with some blush… Yesterday afternoon, ‘Rumi’ black tea in a glass with a splash of almond milk. Autumn begins tomorrow…🍂😊 I send you my morning wishes and return to the salon with a cup of green tea and glimpsing the sky between sips as its colors lighten and merge… * Today…… Continue reading A Sweet, Refreshing Beginning…
Poet: Zeina Hashem Beck and Her Ghazal
Writing in form after a very long time was invigorating and refreshing, and an enjoyable challenge, especially choosing a form I’d heard of and hadn’t written yet myself. That ghazal I wrote I will read aloud at the online Art reading tomorrow afternoon. I wanted to read another ghazal written in English and I came…… Continue reading Poet: Zeina Hashem Beck and Her Ghazal
The Literary Salon Goes On
A snapshot from Tuesday I said to Peeko, ”Make your literary salon face!” (snaps photo).The Tuesday literary salon is still May Ziadeh’s, not my own, that she hosted in Cairo and had to stop hosting unfairly in 1930, due to the law then with her parents dying and being an unmarried woman, but now it’s…… Continue reading The Literary Salon Goes On
Starting The Week with A Heart Back Intact and Plenty of Soulful Imaginings
Hearing my audio poems; sometimes he’s a very fluffy bunny, and sometimes a slightly violent teddybear. Peeko’s Moon and a Pulitzer Prize Winning Author, Truly Wise Book of Poems Over the weekend, Peeko sat by the book The Moon Before Morning like ’Read me more of these poems; it’s my moon!’ He is a Scorpio.…… Continue reading Starting The Week with A Heart Back Intact and Plenty of Soulful Imaginings
For A Poet Born A Hundred Years Before My Birthday
2021 Dear May, Reading your poem, I felt your joy touch me. Wondering about who you were, I felt my own joy breezing toward me. Wishing to love you well, my joy returned. Loving me so concretely—your joy completes me. I find you so well and happy, so much a part of heaven, and you…… Continue reading For A Poet Born A Hundred Years Before My Birthday
Letters of Earthly Life Past
1920 May Ziadeh to Kahlil Gibran Mai wrote to Jabran a letter of gentle admonition: When I was sitting to write, I used to forget who you are and where you are, and I often forget that there is a man to talk to as you, so I often talk to you as I speak…… Continue reading Letters of Earthly Life Past
A Peek into My Day Without A Key or Surveillance Camera
Last chance library trip, success! I had the quick idea to go to the library for some poetry and novels to take off the shelf that hour Friday afternoon, and as I got to the library I saw a sign on the door that they’d be closed on the weekend and Monday for Labor Day,…… Continue reading A Peek into My Day Without A Key or Surveillance Camera
The Lost Girl
Good afternoon, I didn’t know if I would really go away. 😊But I did. And I am back now to tell you about a novel I’ve completed that I’d mentioned before I left, The Lost Girl by D.H. Lawrence, and I won’t spoil plot or suspense for readers. I’d just recently found the novel in…… Continue reading The Lost Girl
In 2021, I Just Happened to Find a Dance to Take Us into 1921
Grandma Shirley knew about this free dance gathering with a band, including especially good Swing music, and as she’d practiced ballroom and line dancing before and I hadn’t, I asked her if she wanted to dance to this song.I don’t have dance lesson experience or knew the dances they were doing but it wasn’t a…… Continue reading In 2021, I Just Happened to Find a Dance to Take Us into 1921
A Little Joy To Share and What’s Made Me Smile
The blush of dawn has been put back into the blog as you’d maybe seen. And the moon had been in many posts and is in the dawn now too as you can see, also yesterday, other side of sky. * I found that my cat Peeko’s dry food wasn’t right that I’d been getting…… Continue reading A Little Joy To Share and What’s Made Me Smile
After Pistachio, A Silent Film
I now present you with my silent film, in the moment written, directed & starred by me—‘After Pistachio.’ And you can mute it if you wish for extra peacefulness. 😊 https://videopress.com/v/Qj42S561?resizeToParent=true&preloadContent=metadata 🙏😊💗
You May Now Have a Strawberry and Hand-Picked Poetry
6:32 pm: Tuesday’s note actually appears There it is, the strawberry I’d offered you that is now ripe and ready to eat; the plants are safely secured, not swinging in a possible storm, and it happens to have two other surprise strawberries with it to ripen later—Here, enjoy it! And this is my review I’d…… Continue reading You May Now Have a Strawberry and Hand-Picked Poetry
The Queen’s Full Moon…From a Fairy of the East Coast to Bring Some Fun When a Storm’s A’Coming
Morning note included Science Experiment Conclusion: My hypothesis was wrong; it actually is harder to hold a strength pose while someone’s yelling obscene insults, even if it’s just Nicki Minaj artistically in a song. (Glad for the wall 😊)But I can still practice seated poses and relaxation in the meanwhile, ‘tho other songs of hers…… Continue reading The Queen’s Full Moon…From a Fairy of the East Coast to Bring Some Fun When a Storm’s A’Coming
Introducing My Mom, Joanie Rose
These are photos of her from these recent months. You might have met my mom first in my poetry—No, she wasn’t the mom in ‘A Daughter Says’ in Moonflower (2018), that poem’s situation was fictional, but she was very featured in ‘Renaissance’, the opening poem in my latest poetry book, published this Mar. 2021 A…… Continue reading Introducing My Mom, Joanie Rose
Poem: This Ring
I thought it would be fun to try writing a form poem sometime ago, something I hadn’t done in awhile, and I flipped through traditional forms described in a book to find a new one that I’d heard of before, a ghazal. The poet Rumi wrote ghazals himself, although I’d not noticed the word as…… Continue reading Poem: This Ring
It’s Tuesday: Get Your Coffee Cup
Well, it’s Wednesday now…but it wasn’t yesterday, when I was writing this. 😊 Today is Tuesday and I realize it would’ve been the day of May Ziadeh’s literary salon in Cairo which began in 1912. The sky was blushing this morning a moment after I woke as you can see in the first photo and…… Continue reading It’s Tuesday: Get Your Coffee Cup
Two Translations of Poems Written by the Dearest Author May Ziadeh
My translations of two poems I’d been working progressively to complete; finished these full poems from her first book Fleurs de Rêve. TO MISS C. Your eyes are so beautiful, my dear beauty, That their gaze is torturous; I love your name and I spell it Your murmuring flood of a name. I am dark…… Continue reading Two Translations of Poems Written by the Dearest Author May Ziadeh
Morning in Boston, Night in Australia, A Multi-National Online Poetry Reading
It was a memorable poetry reading I co-hosted today ‘From Boston to Oz’ with my long-time poet online friend from Adelaide, Australia, Deb Stewart who had the idea for the event and invited me. 🙏😊 And yes that was a book of hers on my shelf Slow Notes, a beautiful white & green poetry book…… Continue reading Morning in Boston, Night in Australia, A Multi-National Online Poetry Reading
A Very Good Secret
I found a garden, but it was a secret. 🤫😊🗝 ‘You see this pine tree so ‘small in stature’ that I can almost reach its top? It’s pitiful isn’t it, Bibtee?’ ☺️🧚♂️ 💙 * * * I cooked this dinner tonight…a recipe had appeared right up top as I was pressing publish on my ‘toppled…… Continue reading A Very Good Secret
