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A Letter to My Missing Sunglasses
Dear Sunglasses I Lost (Maybe 6 Months Ago), Where did you go? I last saw you near my home—I think I’d put you down by the forest and forgot you there, but I can’t be too sure. The only animal I could think of might’ve taken you was a fox…I’ve never seen a fox, with…
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II. For Lingering with the Blossoms’ Fruits and Natural Honey
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Many a Thing…(A Trip to the Antiques Shop)
Tues. Apr. 12, 2022 photo from Tues., Apr. 5th—“Pants by Peeko 🐱,” a perfectly good hemming this time, Peeko helping on his own when I got the pants ready (just ‘loungewear’, shown in previous post.) He was proud of both the task and his own joke: sitting like this holding the pants in place and…
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“I Wondered if I Had Been a Bird”
April 7, 2022 featured photo is a painting by Franz Marc, “Birds” (1914) b. Feb 8, 1880 I Wondered if I Had Been a Bird by Jade Nicole Beals —for May Ziadeh (b. 1886 – 1941) I was very disturbed when what I’d found logical what could explain all this is that I could’ve been…
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Five Favorite Songs and a Tea
“Ain’t it crazy what’s revealed when you’re not looking all that close?” 🔥💕🎶 …🌊💕 My own review of 🍃”Ali Shan“🫖 green oolong tea from Adagio: Sweet, dewy and refreshing! Takes you to the top of the waterfall, green-oolong leaves unfurling fully at the bottom of the tea pot, warmed as if by the very sun.…
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“A Villanelle for the Times”
You might remember when I was writing a villanelle poem, wanting to try another traditional form, as I’d written my first ghazal at the time and a sonnet, but I didn’t like the draft or that particular form for the idea. I transformed that villanelle into a ghazal, and I was happy with that latest…
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Morning Tea in Honor of My Grandma on Her Birthday, New Flowers and Poetry
*** Flowers found and brought home this weekend from local garden shop, purple pansies and white fragrant climbing blossoms scented with a little more honey than florally; I received care directions from the garden staff for this potted variety…I will find out the fragrant one’s name today, flowers in time for spring and my grandma’s…
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Happy Poetry Month, Gothic Novel Read, Poetry Collection by Jason Preu
two books by Jason Preu upon table, morningtime, captured within bright flashes of sun After I’d completed reading a new poetry book from author Jason Preu, one I’d picked to read first, The Avocado Among Other Fruits and wrote down my immediate impressions, I realized then it is April 1st and so begins Poetry Month!…
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Delighted Like a Teddybear Cat, in Gray, Spa Spring Days
Peeko rests like an elegant, long floppy-armed teddybear and lounges with me during tea time. He loves Spa Days and Spring Celebrations—Day 12 today. I had given myself a pink pedicure and filed my nails last night, chamomile cleansing lotion a nice cooling rinse upon skin/body. I dried my shampooed hair, rinsed under highest pressure…
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A Mid-Literary Salon Mystery and then the Cats Close This Post
photo by me taken at the Fine Arts Museum, Boston. I liked this porcelain tea set out of the ceramic pottery. No, I cannot afford to buy it! At the Tuesday literary salon hosted at my home often we’ve enjoyed a segment of ”silent reading.” I’d imaginatively considered for fun if the salon host, May…
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Mysteries and Spa Days
Today is Spring Day Six! And Spa Days at Home continues…I’d combed my hair throughout the day on different occasions and with my fingers…and stood out on the balcony letting the daylight touch my skin. Looking out over the railing, I could see a gathering of water on the ground in the forest on the…
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Spa Time at Home and a Couple of Phrases to Mend
Feb. 11, ’22, needs improvement 🙂 March 22, ’22 I have taken out my newly-written ghazal poem (on my laptop) ‘tho I’d first thought it might still be too hot to my touch but it wasn’t and was ready to read. Reading it aloud I can see it is almost complete, but just one line…
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This Particular Moon in My Window—…For You
Mar. 18 The moon calms me, especially this one. This is a moon I wouldn’t have imagined looking exactly like this one. I send a kiss toward it, one single kiss like the single word refrain, that I mean very much. 😊💖🌕😴 Mar. 19 (Forget the gray security belt.) Imagine awakening to the scent of…
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The Tea’s Ready
The tea is ready (Sencha green) and the book is ready too: a reread of mine, The Secret Garden by Frances Hodgson Burnett. 🍃😊🌺🗝🍃☕️
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An Island Novel I’d Read And My 1 Minute Impromptu Play About Writing Poetry
my cat Peeko was sure to get to it first This is the first novel I’d read (titled The House at the Edge of Night), which combined mainly southern Italian characters with some British ones, as in a British man gets swept up onto the coast of this remote Italian island, Castellamare, during wartime. I’d…
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The Sun in My Cup, Draw What You See, A Morning of a Little Creativity
There’s the sun in my cup of green-oolong tea…😊☕️This is a new one I’d tried and I am glad I remembered how much I love green-oolongs; this one’s called Ali Shan. I really like Ti Kuan Yin green-oolong and Golden Flower. I gave myself an assignment with my sketchbook—Pick something, place yourself somewhere (seated or…
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It’s Been A Little Quiet Here—Let’s Hear Some Music!
March 12, 2022 *I know this may not be scientifically possible in terms of shuffle algorithms that I don’t know much about, but for this, think not science, but sentiment!!* 😊💕💗🎼😇😊* For fun! I’d created a music playlist for author and poet, May Ziadeh, music to share with her, not necessarily directly related to her…
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The Prairie Post: Willa Cather’s Set of Novels, O Pioneers!….
I will be reading my poem tomorrow, Friday, March 11th at Indelible’s online Poetry Launch event that will take place at 10 AM EST. This scene, from my balcony in Massachusetts, of at first, very thickly-frosted pine trees all morning giving way to dripping and trickling onto the melting ground with such warm winter sun,…
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Indelible Magazine Poetry Launch—Reading My Poem, ‘Droplets Slide Down the Pine and Land Upon the Grass Within a Slow Dance’
Originally posted March 14, 2022 Updated to include end of post section, “Who’s May Ziadeh? ”* It’s here! Link: https://youtu.be/Cr-CsXJWum0 🎥🎤📜 I am on just around the 28:50 mark.😊💕. Afterwards, you may also see me give a pretty long answer to a surprise question that I was happy to answer. —And there is something too…
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Two Poems of Mine Published in Indelible
My two poems, “This Ring” and “Droplets Slide Down the Pine and Land Upon the Grass Within a Slow Dance” are in print today in the latest issue of Indelible, an online literary and arts magazine, Issue #6, “The Feminine.” To read my two poems in Indelible, click This Ring and Other Poem, by Jade…
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Birthdays, Birthdays!, A Literary Salon Day, and ‘The Marching In’
I awoke to the very lightest touch of blush in the dawn sky; it was seen only by looking more closely. It is Tuesday night and in recent weeks there has been lots of fun with paintings or pictures, a free sketch one night in my blank sketchbook from imagination, and painting from my imagination…
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My Own Home Design: A Place to Create Art and Rest
The library corner…complete! With Monet’s “Flower Beds” painting on canvas displayed by my reading chair. … I didn’t think this book would be laugh out loud funny, but I am still smiling when I think of a certain little story—Monet getting cranky with his own art failures and one day hiring cooks to make him…
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Author and Poet, May Ziadeh’s Birthday
Happy birthday, Mayy! 😊💕136 never looked so good! (…and that is earth years.) 😊🎊 b. Feb. 11, 1886 in Nazareth, lived in Egypt and Lebanon, d. Oct. 17, 1941 in Cairo. May Elias Ziadeh was a writer and editor, author of poetry, biographies and fiction, knew nine languages, was a speaker, translator, and tutor, and…
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A Note About What’s Just Beneath that Repetition
When I find I am repeating something I’m ‘excited about,’ I’ll often hear uneasiness, and that’s often been more about a doubt of my own that is worth listening to…even if I may want to dismiss it all as pure excitement—Re: Beginning to write a novel? ’Now may not be the time.’ Time can be…
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Pure Fun, New Moon, Writing Notebook
Last night Monday…Peeko sitting in my chair with such pride. And he might show up at your job as your new Project Manager, you never know. Last week I could sum up with the line, Reason for Exhaustion: Writing sonnets all day. One Shakespearean. One Petrarchan: complex rhyme scheme sent me crashing by 4 pm.…
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A Moon So Near
Before dawn, the moon so close to my face and near to my gaze; I closed my eyes and slept some more, smiling within. This morning… ‘Rumi’ black tea with a splash of almond milk in a teacup my Grandma gave me and Collected Poems by Edna St. Vincent Millay, a gift I so welcomed…
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New Book and New Author, No Land To Light On
I picked up this book No Land To Light On by Yara Zgheib among the new releases at the local bookshop and noticed I was walking as if I’d already planned to buy it; that didn’t bias me when I’d began reading at home either. At the shop, I glimpsed a passage of introduction before…
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Last Night’s Dream of Thay
Yesterday night, I found out my favorite meditation teacher, Thich “Thay” Nhat Hanh who was also an author and poet, had just passed away at age 95. I’d first found him 14 years ago and soon after I wished for a copy of his book Peace is Every Step, and read it fully. Last night…
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Singing with the Morning Sun
January 21, 2022 I left out a good note when I posted this; I posted it for the essence of the moment, not for my singing! 😊 A clip from this morning when I was singing “The Sway,” the singer-songwriter, Joan Shelley’s song, along with her recording…to Peeko as the morning began and he fell…