cats are black watch out
we do get superstitious
Friday by number
it’s a pastel day
brushed colors as if painted
by the art-maker
it’s not that haiku are easier except physically to type; while sometimes impulsive, the content often takes as long if not longer than to set down more; I have a friend who says that of Mark, the gospel thought written first because it’s short; my friend (with a related PhD) realizes, as I understand from teaching composition, that writing down is harder than writing out
not that I command haiku (goodness, no); I simply try and learn and try
I’m still struggling for breath—yes, the process for inspiration, I suppose—but I mean literally; someday I’ll be living somewhere else with clearer air to get back some health, while the ongoing issues are the main ones that have to be ongoing (heart disease and such)
I hope each of you is well
thanks for your concerns expressed—and thanks to all of you always
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cat in London home
Illinois Lincoln
first three sides near Hodgenville
my old Kentucky
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12 February, Lincoln’s birthday
photo by Ryan Stone on Unsplash
view of welcome from the Lincoln Memorial
please help God can help
great the need in one the risk
and by extension
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grayed over to see
and gray could have a scent or
touch the gray to feel
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photo by Spruce on Unsplash
haiku for the day
barely moving save for cars
trucks that drum the street
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photo by Brian Kelly on Unsplash
if I watch them run
I wait until it’s over
then think of breathing
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photo by Selma DA SILVA on Unsplash
goodniks
have we thought
of anything today that’s good
not
masked
rationalized
gold-plated but
good
the way we say of God via Aslan
not safe but
good
something good that might have to take a chance
even to risk rank in
the world
if not fragile
then
though who knows whom we care for
and
what might be the issues there
the person
the relationship
and
do we wish goodness in the world
and might we commit ourselves to the smallest
things
to do
to promulgate
in spite of rudeness
greed
whatever someone else might want
and should not want and someday
when the world is sound
with
provision to keep all alive and
on the way
could not want
anyway
someday it will be that way
while the good we do
ain’t there
and so takes chances
against
the bloating thing that wants it all
while the rest of us are
grist
or paper targets
so
how about that goodness
might we
speak polite
might we give way to someone else
through
the door or to the chair
by what
is
strong and what is
weak
how might we begin
or for some of us to carry on
the giving that is
small
then large
then changes everything
but
good
today enough
for
you and me
today
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“Who is Aslan?” asked Susan.
“Aslan?” said Mr. Beaver, “Why don’t you know? He’s the King. . . . It is he, not you, that will save Mr. Tumnus. . . .”
“Is—is he a man?” asked Lucy.
“Aslan a man!” said Mr. Beaver sternly. “Certainly not. I tell you he is the King of the wood and the son of the great Emperor-Beyond-the-Sea. Don’t you know who is the King of Beasts? Aslan is a lion—the Lion, the great Lion.”
“Ooh!” said Susan. “I’d thought he was a man. Is he—quite safe? I shall feel rather nervous about meeting a lion.”
“That you will, dearie, and no mistake,” said Mrs. Beaver, “if there’s anyone who can appear before Aslan without their knees knocking, they’re either braver than most or else just silly.”
“Then he isn’t safe?” said Lucy.
“Safe?” said Mr. Beaver. “Don’t you hear what Mrs. Beaver tells you? Who said anything about safe? ’Course he isn’t safe. But he’s good. He’s the King, I tell you.”
“I’m longing to see him,” said Peter, “even if I do feel frightened when it comes to the point.”
The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe by C. S. Lewis
photo by Rob Potter on Unsplash
divinity just now
Minnesota
Ukraine
Gaza
Yemen
Venezuela
Tibet
Myanmar
these are where the people die
plus we know
all
the places with more occasional violence
states through all
of
lifetime dissolutions
one or one or by a thousand
or a
million
how do we justify
how does
someone rationalize annihilation if by
cause
cessation of life by will not of
the owner and
who
by
crime or murderous politics is uncounted
undeserving
and who is pro-life
pro-choice
who
loves what’s organic and complexly so
with
names and acknowledged spirits
or do some in horror
deign
that the lives of those we declare righteous to kill
are
somehow less than us
and our agents
though disrespect is for the agents
too
and how they’re ordered to
disrespect the lives
the soul
of anyone
tragic places
and the Earth is splitting over crises
not
that God does not allow
humanity and nature
to show
each other
teach each other
how
to turn
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Burning Down the House [photographer’s title]
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