photo-spiration { a new poem, in morning light matters
Sometimes some poems just come out of a blankness. Like this new poem here.
I was staring at this photo. Thoughts of morning, light, leaving this young man reposed held me until a title, a first line lifted from my voice. Like once a negative is exposed to light it declares the edges of photographic subjects, this photo seen through creativity’s pulse, gave me a poem, not from out of an experience, but from many experiences.
Gay Author E Lynn Harris Dead at 54
When I first moved to DC, I remember selling his books everyday when I worked at B. Dalton Bookseller in Downtown DC.
Gay Author E Lynn Harris Dead at 54
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Raising Reneseme, part 2: remembering Morris
When we last encountered our story, all was lost. The villainous fox’s apparent destruction of this newborn happy family was a sure bet. But nature in an extraordinary day later, beat the odds.
Seems the other young female, sister to the young mother, instinctively gathered the kittens and carefully placed them under the porch. She of course did not know how to be a mother or could she nurse. After a while my co-worker caught a sound pitched squeals. Seeking this noise she found, sadly, two and a half 2 week old kittens. Morbidly, the other female even recovered the remains of one kitten bitten in half. The other two, one the runt of the litter was wounded, and the other seemed healthy, and unscathed. Read more
