Shared intelligence

A story for Young Adults and those of us who perhaps have never grown up... I was, I’ll admit, running a bit behind schedule on my way to your class. The reason is ‘Looking for Alibrandi,’ which I needed for my English class that comes after biology. I would have been on time if I … Continue reading Shared intelligence →

Thoughts

Rorschach may have been a chaotician.

Musings: 2 poems

By Claude Lorrain - Web Gallery of Art: Image Info about artworkhttp://www.mfa.org/collections/object/apollo-and-the-muses-on-mount-helicon-31442, Public Domain, https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=466607 Wanting If dying, I would say… burn me. I want an eastern ascent, clouds of me rising. Or stretched on a bier & taken up by fast disappearing avifauna. Particulates Motes of me winged. carried away Don’t bury me … Continue reading Musings: 2 poems →

Ambiguity

If my fears cripple me, how then cope with a world afraid?

Pulpit Rock published

Maybe dreaming, time uncertain—Laylah 'The Rock is there; it’s always there, it always will be. Uncle says, ‘Look up there’ and we follow his pointing finger, bone thin, looking up at the Rock whitewashed by full moon. Cream and grey where the crevices are and with more than enough light for the full face of … Continue reading Pulpit Rock published →

HAIKU

Grandmother oak falls Leaving room for her children to scale the sunlight Image by Nico Wall from Pixabay

On reading Horse by Geraldine Brooks

The cover of the book I read Click here to read my Historiographer site post.

THE ANTHROPOCENE

Mementoes set in stone, of stone read by the earth’s lithographers who are wondering where to set the golden spike for this age. Marking slow time: eons, eras, periods, epochs, passages once set by gods or no gods. Rocky signatures etched by the slow swing of something other than the swifter acts of Man/Woman.

Cawnpore dogs

This anecdote was found in the papers of Mrs Chandrapur Gohshe (deceased 2007), great granddaughter of the writer, Mrs Rani Bheikeji Cama, who had been at Kanpur in 1857. This is what I know of battles and war; that there is no order, no logic, no sense. It is fear and panic and hasty decisions … Continue reading Cawnpore dogs →