–photos by me (first one by aaron)
wordless wednesday 11/12/25
Author: michaeljordahl
Retired Miner, loves science, reading, carving, walking, recovering alcoholic
Sunday Thoughts 11/9/25
I have no intentions of hanging around my grave after I die; however, the specifics of the transition are hazy at best, and nothing is written in stone… yet. Just in case, here are my instructions:
bury me
on a grassy knoll
overlooking a lake
to the east,
so the rising sun
may warm my bones,
and i may
rest in peace
–photo by me
November Surprise
The shivering, young doe said, “Hey mate,
Tell me why it’s so cold as of late.”
Well, I knew right away
She’d been born around May,
And so all I could say was, “Just wait!”
–Photo by me
wordless wednesday 11/5/25
–photos by me
tanka tuesday
an ingredient
that can make all food taste great:
the picnic table–
especially when it’s on
the shore of a forest lake
–photo by me
haiku 196
grey skies overhead
bright yellow leaves underfoot–
walking on sunshine
–photo by me
Calling Calliope (archives)
O eloquent Calliope,
Muse of epic poetry,
You whispered words
While Homer wrote
The Iliad and Odyssey;
Yes, you’ve inspired
Both fool and sage
From every land
And every age–
And now I’m asking
For your help
To put the pen
Upon the page.
–Image from Gemini
wordless wednesday 10/29/25
–photos by me
shadorma sunday 2
you asked me
if i like the snow;
i said that
it’s okay–
to be fair, ask me again
on an april day
–photo by me
cold truth
truth will cut you
when you hear it,
consume you
when you believe it,
and crucify you
when you speak it
michaeljordahl 