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Muted Brilliance

Where I grew up, fall was welcomed for its cooler temperatures, but there was no spectacular visual display to mark the changing season. In those “long-ago” days, grocery stores sold pumpkins to carve for Halloween, but there weren’t the festive displays that are found everywhere now. 161 more words


abbreviated weather report

{with apologies to Mr. Sandburg}

with a chance

Under The Harvest Moon

Early in 1964 the then 22-year-old Bob Dylan and some friends decided to go on a road trip, and so they all piled into a new Ford station wagon. 1,122 more words



This poem grew from a poem, rather just a word from a poem, penned by Carl Sandburg. My hope is that its simplicity is its strength. 43 more words


The Cabinet of Dr. Caligari (1920): Poetic justice

Time has stolen most silent-era feature films, and much cinema commentary of the day has vanished with them. Our knowledge of the films, and how viewers of the age received them, often comes from the perspective of hindsight and limited historical accounts. 942 more words

Movie Reviews

Dailies 10/8/16: dreams & ex-lovers, Google Earth, + a boat whistle

Dream Circuit – Lynne Knight

There was a man whose dreams I could have listened to

forever.  A mermaid swished the black sheen of her scales… 75 more words



by Carl Sandburg

Desolate and lone

All night long on the lake

Where fog trails and mist creeps,

The whistle of a boat

Calls and cries unendingly,

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