Day: April 14, 2022

As sure as the sun rises, spring comes once again. Plant A Flower Today For All Of Our Tomorrows

Our prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is: “how.” Use the word “how” in your post. Bonus points if you start your post with it. Enjoy! Thanks, Linda! How to read a “how to” book: If it’s a long book, skip to the chapter that actually tells you, how to. If it’s a short book, go…

“Well I just don’t feel that strongly It’s so messy I don’t understand why you are so passionate“ And the cold fish backs away hastily A look of horror on their face Tears for a sunset Are out of place Depth is so deep And shallow so much safer And their mind has never been…

A poem inspired by Eugi’s Weekly Prompt Dusk View Eugi’s original post Poem Attribution – Goff James – Dusk Purple Woven Copyright (c) 2022 Goff James – All Rights Reserved  View more senryū poems by Goff James Thank you for your visit goffjamesart.wordpress.com Art Music Photography Poetry Quotations Image by 锦光 李 from Pixabay Poetry – Senryū –…

A poem inspired by Eugi’s Weekly Prompt Dusk View Eugi’s original post Poem Attribution – Goff James – Dusk Purple Woven Copyright (c) 2022 Goff James – All Rights Reserved  View more senryū poems by Goff James Thank you for your visit goffjamesart.wordpress.com Art Music Photography Poetry Quotations Image by 锦光 李 from Pixabay Poetry – Senryū –…

On the side porchby the holly bush,black ants traversedthe warm concrete They fascinated me,these little creatures busy withtheir close friends and family I was alone;the neighbor boyswere busy turning overrocks in the creek So, I sat by myselfwatching those antsknowing they weretotally unaware of my presence I was too large tofit into their scope I…

Some weeks ago, I checked out Learning to Question:  A Pedagogy of Liberation, by Paulo Freire and Antonio Faundez, from the library at the college where I work.  Yesterday, after having the book sit around unread since I’d taken it home, I decided the time was right and opened it up.  I’m not far enough…

A few weeks ago I published a piece that for the most part was a meditation on joy, a commodity without which our lives, to put it mildly, would blow. Seeing that I’m a f*cking softie at heart, I’ve decided to turn my thoughts now to another precious emotion, the greatest of them all, for…

Hello, beautiful. Today is the day. Find your bliss. Open your heart. Live to the fullest. Laugh loudly. Go on a last minute adventure. Sit still and relax. Take a long walk. Stare at the night sky. Smell the roses. You deserve it.  Hello Beautiful

Hello, beautiful. Today is the day. Find your bliss. Open your heart. Live to the fullest. Laugh loudly. Go on a last minute adventure. Sit still and relax. Take a long walk. Stare at the night sky. Smell the roses. You deserve it.  Hello Beautiful

Bruno Martins – Unsplash I forced my breath to slow down; minutes seemed like hours, so being calm was best. I began to write what I remembered. The officer, who had to drive me here, watched as I detailed the crime. The sliver of a tear rolled down my cheek recounting the hours at the murder scene. A phone rang, sounding eerily like the wind chime I had heard before…

P.S.If you want to contribute to an awesome book with many other bloggers, please read my post:Let’s make a book together And for those who want to participate, I am keeping a log of the drawings that already have been chosen.So, before you write anything, please check this page out: Let’s make a book together…

Photo: owntheyard.com “You cannot dig a hole in a different place by digging the same one deeper.” Edward de Bono Is That Why? Why are holes always so difficult, resisting the heaviest of sweats, the greatest intentions of thrust, the clay is stubborn and felt everywhere, the sand exhausts as it slides in and in,…