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07 Sunday Jun 2015

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brugmansia, by dorothy clews

brugmansia, photo by Dorothy Clews

olives

05 Friday Jun 2015

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washday blues, photo: dorothy Clews

mammoth hot spgs postcard ca. 1910-1913

pictures make me think of eating olives    • 

Olives, photo by Carol Drinkwater

•    all the places one can eat them      •

flotilla

images: washday blues, photo: dorothy clews; postcard ca. 1910-1913; view from Heroncrest, photo: carolyn hearne; Olives, photo: carol drinkwater; flotilla, photo: margaret sunday

more things alike in all this world than not alike

22 Friday May 2015

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Aran vest, det., Jody Kyle

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here, another week

20 Wednesday May 2015

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in October when I came to visit and I drew you sleeping

a mermaid

13 Wednesday May 2015

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found the storm and slipped inside your boat—

tonight, we brought you home

13 Wednesday May 2015

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ceiling vaults, Denver International Airport

…and this, again…

08 Friday May 2015

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privet rose 4

I wanted you to see this, now…

08 Friday May 2015

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a story

02 Saturday May 2015

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1st Year

July 4th Parade Day—a tapestry placed in the privet to commemorate the year a longhorn steer broke loose and almost caught its horns in my snow crab apple tree. People pass by every day and no one sees this rose.

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2nd Year

Near first frost—I found beetles hiding in the pocket— they were slippered in, side-by-side like herring fish.

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The wooden shoe was a herring boat

01 Friday May 2015

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THAT SAILED THAT BEAUTIFUL SEA.

paper boat II

Or was it?

The wooden shoe that sailed the skies/ Is a wee one’s trundle-bed.

When an act of misremembering presents a potentially new idea, seined by nets of mind I did not choose and don’t acknowledge, I will accept it as a mercy, a merci.

I remember the tall, blue book and its pages awash with depths of blue revealed in light of a lullaby’s moon and twinkling stars. At the end, a wooden dingy resting in like a cradle, filled with glimmering herring that seemed to sleep aligned inside the boat’s contours in shifted rows as things alike in shape and size will make. They were the silver words of singing, gathered, settled gleanings, before silence.

This is my memory; it could be confirmed, as Mom still surely has this book.  And one day I will look, but why feel rushed to unmake such a gift, if it should be of memory’s making?  I am at an age where replenishment is at least as interesting as origination. Or perhaps like in a spiral, every gesture voices the first center any way.

Wynken, Blynken and Nod

Wynken, Blynken, and Nod one night
Sailed off in a wooden shoe—
Sailed on a river of crystal light,
Into a sea of dew.
“Where are you going, and what do you wish?”
The old moon asked the three.
“We have come to fish for the herring fish
That live in this beautiful sea;
Nets of silver and gold have we!”
Said Wynken,
Blynken,
And Nod.

The old moon laughed and sang a song,
As they rocked in the wooden shoe,
And the wind that sped them all night long
Ruffled the waves of dew.
The little stars were the herring fish
That lived in that beautiful sea—
“Now cast your nets wherever you wish—
Never afeard are we”;
So cried the stars to the fishermen three:
Wynken,
Blynken,
And Nod.

All night long their nets they threw
To the stars in the twinkling foam—
Then down from the skies came the wooden shoe,
Bringing the fishermen home;
‘T was all so pretty a sail it seemed
As if it could not be,
And some folks thought ‘t was a dream they ‘d dreamed
Of sailing that beautiful sea—
But I shall name you the fishermen three:
Wynken,
Blynken,
And Nod.

Wynken and Blynken are two little eyes,
And Nod is a little head,
And the wooden shoe that sailed the skies
Is a wee one’s trundle-bed.
So shut your eyes while mother sings
Of wonderful sights that be,
And you shall see the beautiful things
As you rock in the misty sea,
Where the old shoe rocked the fishermen three:
Wynken,
Blynken,
And Nod.

                                       by Eugene Fields

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