Eliza Daley ~ Wordcraft & Musing on Home & Hope
Turns out I had more in the reserve pile than I thought. This one was written in 2019. I am not sure why. Probably had something to do with Patrick Noble. Not to be insensitive, but you folks who are wringing your hands over the impending implosion of the Global North economic monster, quit your… Continue reading Ditch the Car
Cronus and the Omphalos stone, Athenian red-figure pelike C5th B.C.(Metropolitan Museum of Art) the monster the greatest god the father generating heirs but swallowing his challengers his children he is entrenched and the battle lines won’t move oh, just never but the future revolution, revelation is in conspiracy the young ones are thinking action will… Continue reading sa tourne
In response to "Global Warming Skepticism Rises" (Albuquerque Journal, 13 October 2009). The Pew Research Center has discovered that significantly fewer Americans believe that global warming is a threat and that climate change is directly mediated by human activity. This poll was conducted in response to yet another dire warning by the majority of the… Continue reading This Is Reality
Metis (Image from GreekMythology.com) Wise Metis, Sea-Dark Metis, Metis of Fair Judgement, Metis lived on the mountain far from her mother. Far, yet near a cold stream that flowed to Tethys whereby they could converse. For Tethys was in all the springing waters. Metis lived in solitude on the mount, desiring none. But in time… Continue reading Ça tourne, Old Man
Legendborn Tracy Deonn Margaret K. McElderry Books, 2020 Legendborn by Tracy Deonn Let me start with the ending. I’ve been selling books for more or less thirty years. I’ve read so many young adult novels, I can tell you how the plot will go just by looking at the liner notes. In fact, I can… Continue reading Legendborn: Review
I'm moving this week. I may have time for a few poems. Maybe. We'll see.
I wrote this a few years ago when Friday for Future was first starting and hope seemed to be swelling. As I’m moving house and am a bit heartsick at the general state of things this week — both of which make it difficult to write — I decided to throw this up for you… Continue reading Demonstration
i think i think o’er much and thought thought engenders til sense be subject to this neural breeding i know i know not what yet knowing knowledge renders thoughts of thought and yet to thought unheeding i feel i feel a’right though feelings feeling tenders and yet such feelings, too on thoughts are feeding i… Continue reading Absurdism
Here’s me awake in the dark of the morning again. Quiet today. Not even a breath. Always leading into summer, there’s this rush and then a hush, grabbing fistfuls of life and then squatting behind the shed to gobble it up. Maybe don’t want to go back there right now. As it’s hush time. But… Continue reading Morning Hush
Raven at the river’s edge calls imperiously. She takes the rich; so, too, the poor, but she’ll not be having me. Empty-handed naked souls from all life’s trials free. To her they come in humble throng, but she’ll not be having me. Hoary heads and blooming cheeks, they bow obediently. She sends them all to… Continue reading Murky Poetry
By My Solitary Hearth 