Like Bears to Honey
We are still reading Book II of Walt Whitman’s Leaves of Grass. Today I am reading Verse 8 of Starting from Paumanok. If you’re just joining me, start from Verse 1… 529 more words
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Written by John Calvin Pierce
I’m a book collector, and like many collectors, I don’t always read the books I end up with. At least a third of the books stacked on my shelf exist unturned and untouched. 542 more words
2 weeks, 1 day ago
I was reading an article in the Guardian a couple of weeks ago, and came across a mention of a Walt Whitman quote, “I contain multitudes”. 1,218 more words
3 weeks, 6 days ago
The nights are so long they seem to last several days. All along the streets, the trees have been strung with fairy-lights, golden and white. In the longdark, the streets pulse with light. 334 more words
4 weeks ago
Gardens For Goldens
I try to keep politics off these pages but, increasingly, I feel as if I live in an alternate reality.
The daily news confounds me. 301 more words
1 month ago
Holly Troy ~ Sacred Folly
Took a journey.
Heart blew wide open – disintegration.
Then, feet firmly on the ground, walking through a meadow in the woods, cream-colored grasses pigmented briefly by the setting sun, quarter moon on the horizon. 33 more words
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cf. Esther Bubley, “A Greyhound bus trip…” (1943)
The Edgar Winter Group – “Free Ride”
2 months ago