
no matter how far
back into the sticks i go,
life’s there to greet me
–photo by me

no matter how far
back into the sticks i go,
life’s there to greet me
–photo by me

My cat Freya and I were looking out at the night sky
And wondering where we might get some milk so late.
Seeing no possible solution, I somehow hurled myself
Into the starry depths of space, and, stopping long enough
To have a quick belt with Orion and to pet the Dog Star,
I grabbed the Big Dipper and rode the Horsehead Nebula
Down to the Milky Way where I filled it to the top.
Then I slid down a moonbeam to my kitchen table.
“And you thought I was crazy,” I said as I poured
The luminous liquid into her empty bowl.
“Maybe a little,” she replied.
–photo by me

If these three natural enemies can get along, why can’t we? In a world that seems more complex with each new generation, we find ourselves having difficulty in deciding who’s on the right side of current global altercations. The Israeli/Hamas situation is one such predicament, and choosing either side seems wrong. There is a third possibility, however:
when arguments
go on and on
it’s likely that
both sides are wrong
–Photo by me




–photos by me

in dawn’s early light
the last vestiges of night
hide behind the trees
–photo by me

if i should ever move to mars
i’d spot the earth among the stars
and wonder why we foolish men
have passed up paradise–again

–images by AI

I took this photo of a snowy owl in North Dakota two years ago, and I’m posting it today because I just heard that the big snowy hanging around the Sax-Zim bog near here went to that great tundra in the sky a few days ago. Apparently, he was sitting on the railroad tracks and zoning out as snowy owls do (see photo above), and the feathers flew. Sad, and I was hoping to get a shot of him. Anyway, it made me think of this silly shadorma:
they say that
birds are dinosaurs;
that’s true in
most respects,
but who’d you invite to lunch–
t-bird or t-rex?
–photo by me

when someone tells us
that we’re wrong about something
we should be thankful
for now the door to truth is
pried opened and stands ajar
–photo by me

A tick-laden black bear named Clyde
Could take it no more and he cried,
“What right do you hold
That you ticks are so bold?”
“The right to bear arms,” they replied.
–Photo by me




–photos by me