Sunday, April 26, 2009

Looking at past posts

This was posted close to when I began this blog in 2005. Hard to believe it's gone on this long. True to the header, it's been a little bit of everything. Turn up your sound for this one.

Blog post from February 2005

Saturday, April 25, 2009

The new Moonset Journal is out!

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Photo haiga is expanding in Moonset and I'm grateful to have mine selected for three issues in a row now. Since it's a black and white print journal I can't share a link, but if you're into haiku, haibun, tanka, rengas, haiga, sum-e...more...from some of the finest international poets/haijin, go to their website (google Moonset) and subscribe. It's a fantastic journal.

Thursday, April 23, 2009

John Sweet does it again!

Go to the Whistling Fire to read a short short story that'll knock you off your feet. It did that to me. I've read and admired John Sweet's poetry for years now, but not his short fiction so it was a special treat to see that he write it, too, both elegantly and powerfully. He writes it like...well, John Sweet.

Take the time. You won't regret it.


Tuesday, April 21, 2009

moonchild haiga

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This image, with a different haiku is in the current Sketchbook Journal, May 2009.

Monday, April 20, 2009

Delayed grief reactions

When I was in my thirties, I did what Diane Keaton tells Woody Allen about a couple of years later in Annie Hall. I would imagine the death of my parents, cry, and think it would somehow prepare me for when it really happened. As any of you who have lost parents you loved already know, it doesn't work. I found that out when mine finally did die. My next really dumb thought was that once the worst had happened...I'd lost parents, all aunts and uncles, my older cousins...I could handle whatever life had to throw at me. As those of you who follow my blog know, I lost my cousin a few weeks ago. I cried at the time. I thought I'd gotten it all out, but it's been rebound time. My grief for her is suddenly immeasurable. I've started having the old grief dreams I had about my mother. Yes,it's still mother in them, again needing me to 'save' her from what is inevitable for us all. Dee has triggered them, though. So...I struggle along, try to get through this, knowing that stuffing grief doesn't work. I know that keeping busy does help, too. I'm doing that, as much as I can with an illness that limits 'busy'.

I don't need advice. I just needed to say this. So thanks.

a new blossom
opens in my garden
buzzing bee

Friday, April 17, 2009

More from the now infamous Susan Boyle

Link to Susan Boyle singing Cry Me A River on youtube. (I removed the embedded youtube since it was wider than my posting column.

This is a recording that was made by her in 1999~~ Isn't she fantastic??


Thursday, April 09, 2009

The Glory of Love Lou Reed

I've really been getting into his music lately. Here's a nice one. Opinions? Anybody out there a Lou Reed fan? What's your favorite?

You know, man, when I was a young man in high school
You believe in or not I wanted to play football for the coach
And all those older guys
They said he was mean and cruel, but you know
Wanted to play football for the coach
They said I was to little too light weight to play line-backer
So I say I'm playing right-end
Wanted to play football for the coach
cause, you know some day, man
You gotta stand up straight unless youre gonna fall
Then you're gone to die
And the straightest dude
I ever knew was standing right for me all the time
So I had to play football for the coach
And I wanted to play football for the coach

When youre all alone and lonely
In your midnight hour
And you find that your soul
Its been up for sale

And you begin to think bout
All the things
that you've done
And you begin to hate
Just bout everything

But remember the princess who lived on the hill
Who loved you even though she knew you was wrong
And right now she just might come shining through
And the -

- glory of love, glory of love
Glory of love, just might come through

And all your two-bit friends
Have gone and ripped you off
They're talking behind your back saying, man
You're never going to be no human being
And you start thinking again
bout all those things that you've done
And who it was and what it was
And all the different things you made every different scene

Ahhh, but remember that the city is a funny place
Something like a circus
or a sewer
And just remember different people have peculiar tastes
And the -

- glory of love, the glory of love
The glory of love, might see you through
Yeah, but now, now
Glory of love, the glory of love
The glory of love, might see you through
Glory of love, ah, huh, huh, the glory of love
Glory of love, glory of love
Glory of love, now, glory of love, now
Glory of love, now, now, now, glory of love
Glory of love, give it to me now, glory of love see you through
Oh, my coney island baby, now
(Im a coney island baby, now)
I'd like to send this one out for lou and rachel
And all the kids and p.s. 192
Coney island baby
Man, I'd swear, I'd give the whole thing up for you

Wednesday, April 08, 2009

Visit with an old friend

For my third 'away' in these 19 years of CFIDS, I had the pleasure of spending a long weekend with a friend of 30 years who lives north of me in Mt. Dora, FL. My husband dropped me off on his way to a Savannah wedding. We rested, talked and had a small outing each day. The first day we went to this beautiful restaurant for lunch. Mt Dora is filled with charming little places like this. The food was delicious!

Across the street was this neat old book shoppe!

The next day, we sat by the lake at a park for a while, not far from my friend's house. Two lakes are in the Mt. Dora area. The crowded part was on the other side. We had this side practically to ourselves. As an added delight, we stopped at a fresh market stand on the way and picked up fresh vegetables for our meal, plus a watermelon and bag of Georgia pecans, IN THE SHELL, for me to bring home. I grew up with pecan trees and my home town was 'the watermelon capitol of the world' (don't tell other towns who make that same claim). That made the outing extra special. Photos from the park are below.

Sunday, April 05, 2009

A Passing

We left our answering machine turned off at home while I'm here in Mt Dora at my friend's and my husband is in Savannah. My cousin's daughter in law tracked me down with a message on Facebook late yesterday. Since she had no other way to find me, I'm glad I decided to check my friend's machine. My cousin, my dear like-a-sister first cousin, died in her sleep night before last. She had emphazema and was on home oxygen, but I never expected her to go so suddenly and without warning. Apparently, it was a heart attack. I was grateful that I was with a good friend when I got that message. I suppose I also have to be grateful that she didn't go through that terrible end stage of this illness of being unable to breathe. I'm trying to be grateful, but my heart is sad. Her space is empty now and I'll miss her.

This note is for you, Dee. Since I don't have access to my photos here, the bottom link leads to a private photo blog I kept up for a while. My fifth birthday party with Dee to my left. We were in 'mama Jackson's' back yard, our neighbor. My house was in out background.

Photo of Dee and me

Thursday, April 02, 2009


I won't be on the computer again until next Tuesday. Full report then:-) In the meantime, a great shot of Paul Newman and JoAnne Woodward when she won the academy award for Three Faces of Eve. I love this shot of them.

Wednesday, April 01, 2009

long title for short poems

i wanted to write you
a love poem for poetry month.
the page is still blank.

my heart has shrunk.
it is a betel nut