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A Different Kind of Flood — Mitch Teemley

Hurricane Harvey (or Tropical Storm Harvey, now that it’s made landfall) is being called a Storm of the Century. It has destroyed hundreds of thousands of homes in the Gulf of Mexico, has been called the worst disaster in Texas history, and is producing a steadily increasing number of deaths and injuries. Record flooding continues […] […]

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Historical Prose

Happy Anniversary to Us

Happy 55th. Anniversary Trinbago (a name coined locally for our twin island state of Trinidad and Tobago).We have so much to celebrate, for which to be grateful. We live on two glorious but totally different islands. We have outstanding citizens who have brought glory to our country in academics, sport, science, the arts, even beauty […]

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poetry

Five loaves and two fishes

I wish that I could wave a magic wand and cast a spell far, far beyond the primetime plea, that fleeting glimpse, of how it is for those outside the favoured state; And I wish that I could turn each speck of dust to sustenance a yearly crop of corn, a field or two; no […]

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poetry

Bartok and Turner at Play

The world  is wearing mist today, my eye an impressionistic lens, my ear attuned. A watercolor shimmer of sights and sounds keeps the seasons out of reach, an abstract masterpiece as early twilight lures the muted sounds of wood and brook and there a firefly’s flickering  lantern glows, perhaps in hopes of rendezvous or maybe […]

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poetry

Alluvium

                 These are not the black paintings from Goya’s house of the deaf but ours: muddy water, blackened skies, boats of people drifting somewhere and branches floating like sprigs of lightning dowsed but left to divine another path,   or the spindled fingers of witches wound with swamp moss, hungering to curse […]

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poetry

A Flowering

Morning light filters between dark green of Maple tree. Blue Glory tops latticed rose. Narrow creek hums over velvet moss. Emily eager for the day tiptoes to old wood deck. Her fifth year voice whispers are the flowers still sleeping? Hands of time have wrapped that moment into the past. The flowers are  sleeping.

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Photography Prose

Native Medicine in My Woods

One of the first native flowers to catch my attention here at Mingo Woods was Blue Vervain, or Wild Verbena. I first saw it twenty-eight years ago, growing four to five feet tall in the ditch on either side of the culvert the county set in and covered so we could drive inside these woods. […]

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Photography poetry

Summer Me

  Summer me with summerings, leisure mornings, warm evenings, care-nots if the phone shall sing, to-do lists with not o-n-e thing, schedules not for when nor where, no worries of have to be there, no plans for do that like this, only hours of dreamer’s bliss. Summer, catch my hug, my kiss, my opened arms, […]

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poetry

Beyond Signing

Words come from nothing into being… N. Scott Momaday   In the rafters of her throat where the potential skill has tarnished from lack of use & dryness gathers like dust, Anna holds the first words waiting to fly, littering the wind with her voice.  And if their utterance should hesitant in flight,   they were carefully […]

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Photography poetry

Sipped, Not Gulped

The unscheduled greets me with satisfying silence for there is no alarm no grogginess no Have To Get Up and Go. There’s no plan whatsoever of what I have to do or where I have to go. Easing out of bed, I tiptoe downstairs. ‘Tis time, early morning, a time to select favorites, a preferred […]