Day: January 25, 2022

Photovoltaic solar panels are wonderful things, capable of capturing mere light and turning it into useful electricity. They’re often installed on residential and commercial rooftops for offsetting energy use at the source. However, for grid-scale generation, they’re usually deployed in huge farms on tracts of land in areas that receive plenty of direct sunlight. These…

Hi friends, welcome back to part three of our Philly adventures! In case you missed the first two parts, you can read part one here and part two here. After stopping at the Rocky Statue, Jon and I walked to one of my favorite parts of the trip, the Eastern State Penitentiary. This National Historic…

Since this year is the International Year of Artisanal Fisheries and Aquaculture, I thought I’d begin with a post about fish. Learning about fish is relevant to the biological sciences curriculum when we explore living things, their features, where they live, what they need and how they grow. I decided to jot down some of…

Oh man. What a movie! When this was being produced and talked about, I had my reservations. The gender change for Dr Kynes smacked of pure woke bullshit. The “Part I” let us all know it wasn’t a complete movie and that was worrisome as well. As an avid fan of the Novel by Frank…

Jim was glad he had worn his jeans today instead of shorts. Cautiously he climbed into the cave. There wasn’t much head room, but he was able to maneuver and turn around without much difficulty. The leaves that had blown into the cave smelled dank and musty. But they were dry and made it easier…

When it comes to taking pictures I like doors, statues, balconies and washing lines, Kim on the other hand likes people pictures so I thought I might share a few of them with you. This one was taken outside the Cathedral in Hvar in Croatia… People Pictures – Hvar in Croatia

Fingertips perched as light as sparrow feeton the branches of your shoulders,snow could settle in your stillnessif it weren’t so cold.Instead clouds build beneath usa bed of air and icethat a single shiverwould be enough to break. In The Ice Queen’s Bed – A Poem By Carol J Forrester

Mating Dance A gentle touch as if a feather slowly stroking skin Sending an uncontrollable shiver down the spine Dark eyes holding a gaze longer than is comfortable Alluring, anticipating Powerful, charismatic The mating dance of two exotic birds? Is the performance enough? Maybe, maybe not Copyright © 2022 Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing…

He was the calm in my ragewhich led me to a new beginning. I was the isolated, loose threadwho hardly even noticedthe quiet tug of his hand. But after being unraveled,I realized a thing or two. My eyes could at last see clearlyand all the emptiness faded away. I was at last free of all…

This year Monday January 17 is celebrated as Martin Luther King, Jr. Day (MLK Day), a U.S. federal holiday.  The day honors the person who was the face and backbone of the nonviolent American civil rights movement of the 1950s and 60s. To pay its respects to King (January 15, 1929 – April 4, 1968)…

Photo: by skitterphoto at pixabay.com “All choices are fraught with peril, but inaction is the most perilous of all.” Frewin Jones Someone, Something, Somewhere Sitting with our eyes closed in a dark mediation, we’re not painting slogans, not marching or gathering, we haven’t written much at all, no rallying call lingers on our lips, just…

For dverse Shiver There’s a stream runs into the river,With spangles of dapple quicksilver,Where willow-wands trembling shiver,Beneath the frosty moon. There I watch the dimming of sunlight,The sparkle-speckle of star-bright,Leave my shoes in a pool of midnight,Listen to fierce owls croon. Shiver

A quadrille In the form of an Etheree a shiver goes through her, as she looks down at the shards. She can’t afford to lose this job; she just can’t. His shattered skull lies by the patio, dark blood staining her apron. She’d forgotten to check whether the neighbors kept a dog. [click here for…

‘Lie down in the word-hoard,’Heaney said, ‘burrow/the coil and gleam/of your furrowed brain.’*I’ve never used a thesaurusto write poetrysometimes in my novel, when the correct-shaped wordeluded meperhaps I’m luckyI think I’ve a thesaurus in my headlayer-upon-layeryear after yearof languages, dialects and codicessome living and some dead. First it was my native Cumbrian‘Howst’ th gan on,…

the red brick wall is covered in stories, holding the heat of 1000 nations,imbibed with somethingextraordinarily stationed…aswe bear witness to a façade that cracks,and crumbles,as each pieceof storyfalls, andtumbles… picked up by passersby, as they journey behind time,washing themselves in the riddle ofhumankind leaving their fingerprints upon the surface, addingtheir stories to thecollectivity it istheirpurpose…