I read in a literary journal that in writing The Grapes of Wrath Steinbeck was not interested in presenting a cure to the plight of the Okies. This I disagree with. Although it is clear the author has no political or tangible answer, he does provide one. The purpose of this narrative of socialContinue reading “Review: The Grapes of Wrath”
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"as long as there is life, there is happiness. there is more, a great deal more." -war and peace
Yellow Bird
Spring a year ago, A time without snow, When the poppies bloomed, The clouds departed – And you, heavenward, Left – what a short word. You enjoyed the birds, And what songs you heard! Ill, you’d grown yellow, I’ll imagine the sun had made you so, That, like a bird, you flew quite narrowly ThroughContinue reading “Yellow Bird”
Those Who Left the Land
It is no secret that the United States is a land currently fraught with political division. That was quite obvious from the chaos of the summertime to the chaos of the last election. Due in part to the unmissable news headlines, and in part to living alone for the first time 2,000 miles away fromContinue reading “Those Who Left the Land”
In Review of the Last However Long It’s Been Since I’ve Done One of These
Hello friends. It has been quite some time since I’ve sat down to write one of these posts. My apologies. Life has been busy. I moved to a new state and my family is moving to another new state. There are quite some adjustments being made. That said, I’m settling down into my new lifeContinue reading “In Review of the Last However Long It’s Been Since I’ve Done One of These”
Two Poems
Tapestry I am weary of the mystery, My bones ache on the backside Of the tapestry. Behind reflections meaning hides. Give me the object of the metaphor, A one way door. I am trying to piece together The afternoons of kisses in a hammock, The lonely tears on the bathroom floor, The piano and aroundContinue reading “Two Poems”
Home and the Yellow Blanket
Home is like my favorite picnic blanket. The yellow blanket first caught my attention for its soft, pale coloring and quilted texture. Yet for all that, I don’t believe I can honestly say that I chose the yellow blanket. Rather, it seems it adopted me. I say this because I don’t quite remember how itContinue reading “Home and the Yellow Blanket”
A Lone Thing Certain
Certainty is certainly a thing to be admired. Assurance a thing to applaud. A steadfast nature something to cherish – mountains and marriage vows, unrelenting conviction and martyrs’ deaths. I am finding that there is little that is not finite and fickle. Stones that have stood a thousand years end in flame, and mountains –Continue reading “A Lone Thing Certain”
Sierra Buttes
*some thoughts atop an almost 9,000 ft peak* I am weary of ghost towns By Man’s fleeting cares worn down. I am weary of words that Tumble out and tumble out But have nothing to give. Take me North and far to live. Take me to the mountains – Where far are thoughts ofContinue reading “Sierra Buttes”
Spring in the Alps: Giovanni Segantini
The Sierras are lofty and long. They stretch on and on, ever reaching out their arms. Unlike the Rockies they are thin on the horizon. A sight to behold, yes, but if one blinks they will never see them fully. The Sierras are here in an unblinking view in Segantini’s painting of the Alps, theContinue reading “Spring in the Alps: Giovanni Segantini”
