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Make up your mind to die in state.

Provide, Provide

The witch that came (the withered hag)
To wash the steps with pail and rag
Was once the beauty Abishag,

The picture pride of Hollywood. 107 more words


Wallpaper #6 - Stopping by the woods on a sedate evening!

Time to stop going to the woods and stopping by. Enough of woods, isn’t it?

Before I stop, let me share my all time favorite poem by Robert Frost. 170 more words


Exercise: Metaphorical and Visceral Interpretations

For this exercise we are asked to select a poem and then interpret it through photographs by giving a sense of the feeling of the poem and the essence it exudes. 663 more words


Road Less Traveled

It was only a Divine Mercy Chaplet worth of time hiking in the woods and I was covered with burrs. It was the Solemnity of the Queenship of Mary and I intentionally picked out my favorite blue skirt to wear so I was bummed to get it all messy. 581 more words

Crossing on a Word

Perform a Rite of Chocolate: only you and your Guides know how much is too much. (If you need an actual god of chocolate, the Mayan deity Ek Chuah, “Black Star,” patron of merchants and cacao, may serve your purposes; … 491 more words


Blogger's GPS--- Global Positioning Symposium


Dear Interested Bloggers,

bbnewsab and I (clanton1934) have been exchanging ideas for a few weeks. He and I have enjoyed “scratching each other’s backs” and he has been inflating my ego sufficiently in order to give me the audacity to propose a global discussion.   132 more words

Cultural Literacy

My November Guest by Robert Frost

Robert Frost is bringing us yet another autumnal poem in “My November Guest”.  This one describes some sort of lady (maybe a lover?) who appreciates (or at least thinks she appreciates) the late fall more than Frost does.   172 more words