Wow! I just got some fabulous crafting ideas! I knew I was holding onto those old jeans for a reason!
Etsom·ni·a(/etˈsämnēə/), noun, 1. a sleep disorder caused by obsessive Etsy browsing. 2. The surprising arrival of weird handmade merchandise ordered when one is only half conscious. (True story.) 3. An excuse for me to be an obnoxious, snarky New Yorker once per week.
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I just discovered this artist. Check him out, he’s F*ng AWESOME. I don’t know anything about him other than his name is Ira Upin. Another reason I really want to get to Chicago before I die.
Link here ~~~~~> http://www.iraupin.com/
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Today’s sonnet is by W. B. Yeats. I pulled this poem from The Penguin Book of the Sonnet: 500 Years of a Classic Tradition in English, edited by Philip Levin.
References
Yeats, William Butler. “A Crazed Girl”. The Penguin Book of the Sonnet: 500 Years of a Classic Tradition in English. Philip Levin, editor. NY: Penguin Books, 2001. poem found on page 158.
This is wicked cool!
SDO, NASA’s Solar Dynamics Observatory marked its 10th anniversary in June 2020. Ten years and 425 high resolution images later, SDO gives us a decade of Sun. Ponder this remarkable video, every second represents one day –
I was going through a box of pictures the other day & found this:
This is Max. Jet was his brother. I got them from a girl I worked with. Her cat had kittens & I was happy to take two of them. This is when I lived in Cleveland in 1991.
Jet lived a long life but Max died when he was six months old. He & Jet had just been neutered. My boyfriend smoked Camel cigarettes & he used to take the cellophane wrapper off of the packs of cigarettes & roll them up into small balls & throw them for the kitten to chase. Jet was never very interested but Max loved those little balls.
I worked nights at a downtown nightclub & when I got home, I would take a hot bath & go right to bed. When I got up, it would be mid-morning & the first thing I would do was call for the kitties. They always came running. But this morning, only Jet came. I called for Max but I couldn’t find him. I was in our small kitchen & I heard this small cry … this terrible sound. Max was behind the stove. I managed to move it. He was curled up in this tiny ball, crying, moaning, this sound I had never heard from any animal. He was clearly in distress.
I had made good money the night before but my boyfriend had raided my purse before he left for his job & I was flat broke. I knew that I could take Max to the vet & be billed but I didn’t have any money for a cab to get there. I got on the phone … after two hours, I finally found a ride. I didn’t put Max into a cat carrier, I held him in my arms.
I don’t need tell to you that when I dropped him off at the vet’s, that was the last time I saw him.
The vet called me just before I left for work. Apparently, he ate one of those little cellophane balls & it tore up his little insides & he bled to death.
I never allowed anyone to throw one of those balls to any of my cats ever again.
August, 1991, with Max & Jet. Picture taken by Scott Lemen.
That little heart picture of Max I had on my fridge for years & years. I don’t know how it got into the particular box it was in. But it’s on my fridge again. He was one sweet kitty.
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The golden wind of autumn has scattered me everywhere.
Velimir Khlebnikov
The Tree
Brilliant poetry on this blog.
Fabulous idea for a poem
All the world around me glows
Atop trees red leaves whisper
As birds sing sweet lullabies
Arias unique to each
Ants build hills under my feet
Albatross soars high above
Azure blue skies call me home
Today at d’Verse Laura introduced us to a form of poetry called Pleiades. We must pick a ONE-WORD TITLE then write a SEVEN-LINE poem of SEVEN SYLLABLES whereby each line begins with the FIRST LETTER of your title.
Join us at: https://dversepoets.com Then click on the Mr. Linkey box and read other poems.
Photo: Dwight L. Roth
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