Taste: freeze-dried strawberries and raspberries strong and tart Sound: Lux, Rosalia; clanging; harp, cello, choir Smell: pine Sight: a buff cat sits beside you; paws; darkness Touch: clamping Intellect, ideas, and dreams: large red frogs; mixing kinds of pasta; "We are creatures built for joy. At the very saddest of funerals, we can hear a funny story about our lost beloved, and, God help us, we laugh. We can stagger out of an appointment where a person in a white coat has given us news we think we cannot bear to hear, and still we smile at the baby in the checkout line...This is who we are the very best of who we are.“ — Margaret Renkl, The Comfort of Crows: A Backyard Year "Apocalyptic stories always get the apocalypse wrong. The tragedy is not the failed world's barren ugliness. The tragedy is its clinging beauty even as it fails. Until the very last cricket falls silent, the beauty-besotted will find a reason to love the wo...
In which I continue my tradition of taking what I have posted under "gratitude" throughout the year in these blog posts and turning them into a poem (or two). This year, I was not as faithful to the Sensorium so I had fewer posts, but a powerful list. Gratitude 2025, The Short List Poetry Solarpunk Guidance, the universe, paths Friends (a table full of, a getaway with, and their writings) Togetherness New Year, living in the future Sam (time with) Guidance for Gratitude 2025 This universe brings us together at table, This table full of friends, a universe together, This universe together, a table full of friends. We belong to the solarpunk future, We, being friends and their future writings, We guide the future, paths taken together. May we walk paths of togetherness. May we sit at the friends’ table together, May we get away together this new year. Friends, to our future together! Guidance for Gratitude 2025...