The outlook wasn’t brilliant for the Mudville nine that day; — Read on http://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/45398/casey-at-the-bat
The Raven by Edgar Allan Poe | Poetry Foundation
Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary, — Read on http://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/48860/the-raven
Guest Post, For Our Posterity: “Off the rails: Inside the craziest meeting of the Trump presidency” — via Axios
Four conspiracy theorists marched into the Oval Office on Dec. 18. Chaos ensued. — Read on http://www.axios.com/trump-oval-office-meeting-sidney-powell-a8e1e466-2e42-42d0-9cf1-26eb267f8723.html
It’s All About Connections
I might have guessed this was true. Then I heard this interview with journalist Amanda Mull, from The Atlantic, who's documented the effects of this Pandemic Time on the social fabric of our lives. Weak Ties. They matter. Beyond our "main" connections and core, closest family and friends, it's the people maybe one or two …
Swing Away
Maybe a baseball term, maybe golf, maybe just in my head. The intent is the same: Don’t hold back, you’re free to make the decision, do what you think best, swing away. Just make contact, play it safe, or let it all hang out, full rotation, come what may. I think I play it safe …
Protecting, Believing
In the dirt, believe; protect what’s in the dirt, the dirt itself, even better. Protect the green, food unto all, for all, let it be, let it be, from Mother Earth, let it be.
On Bended Knee
I’m on bended knee, looking at the weekend… Two days like any other, yet expectations so high… Hoping for a break, a little rest, a different pace… Somewhat so, somewhat so, some otherwise more the same, by choice really… Same pressures, same pause, same joy, all really there, if only we make room…in our minds, …
Sitting With Lu
Sitting one evening at the table, talking to my younger daughter. She’s in her pajamas; me too. She’s playing with her dolls. I’m listening, face in my hands. Nodding off, I gently drift. “Dad, you’re falling asleep...!”, she mocks me. And then she goes back to her story, recounting a “Full House” episode. I’m focusing …
Lyrics Post: “Where The Streets Have No Name”
This tune came to mind recently, and I was pretty well immediately taken back to when I first heard it three decades ago. The riff, the lyric, the vibe of the late 80’s...U2 cut through all the layers and delivered essential, guitar-laden soul music, words that went to the deep places; especially with Joshua Tree …
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Spontaneous Reflection: COVID
So much has changed since COVID came to us, so much, in so many ways, so many ways, yet the challenge, the tragedy, maybe more fundamental. How many people infected, millions upon millions upon millions more. So many millions we really can’t comprehend. And the deaths, in this American country alone, three hundred and fifty …
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