It’s poetry month

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I'm at my computer these days, and that's pretty normal for me. I was in search of music for doing tedious financial work, and stumbled upon an ambient composer I had never heard before. Under the video there were the most extraordinary comments. I wandered in one thread and came upon this: The future is…

Snow Day

Blurred by ice-then-snow-now, grass and tree and house and bay are rendered in the softest greys. Meteoric, a crow as black as space lands on a tailwind. Then another; black feathers plump and shudder off the snow. They strut like they own the place. Which today, they do. Neighbors' grand homestead, built out over decades…

“Don’t You Wonder Sometimes?”

I heard poet Tracy K. Smith read her poem by this name on Studio 360's tribute to David Bowie. Tracy won the 2012 Pulitzer Prize for her collection called "Life on Mars," inspired in part by the Starman in his many identities.  She credits him with showing her “the imagination as something that is capable of creating a whole new…

Reblogging: “Tailgating at the Opera”

Ferne Horner blogs from the Gulf Coast of Florida with the aid of her well-dressed cat Benchley. From this week's Hairball Gazette: Tailgating at the Opera (Well Sort of)          © 2013 FMHorner we opera aficionados, here in Frog Crossing, Florida, could make fans in a football parking lot shake their heads…

Moon Dog

inspired by Walking on the Moon at Connie Shade's blog. Monday, moon-day, a hemi-circle rose high and carried the evening’s sundog above, a ring-around-the-moon. While walking the night dogs my eyes adjust, and the spectrum appears in darkened hues. I follow Luna’s crooked lines shadows painted on gravel serenaded by singing frogs.