Online journal capturing the moment and the memory of moments. A meadow meditation. |
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L'aura del campo 'é a lua, é a lua, na quintana dos mortos' ♣ Federico García Lorca ♣ ![]() L'aura del campo. A breeze in the meadow. So it began the last day of Spring, 2005; on the 16th day of the month of Light of the year 162. This is a supplement to my daily journal written to a friend, my muse; notes I do not share. Here I will share what the breeze has whispered to me. PLEASE LEAVE COMMENTS! I L On a practical note, in answer to your questions: IN MEMORIUM VerySara passed away November 12, 2005 Please visit her port to read her poems and her writings. More suggested links: ![]() These pictures rotate. Kåre ~ until everything was rainbow, rainbow, rainbow! And I let the fish go. ~ Elizabeth Bishop, The Fish |
| I wrote two flash fictions. "From Norway with Love 12nov2019 (294w)" Angus "Thank-you for your kind review. I'll need to add, now that the daily contest is past, that it's based on the account of a friend who knows lots about birds. It's a highly fictionalized account of a true event. I do have a degree in biology (flowers not birds) ... which helps ... and I spend lots of time observing people and places when I travel which also helps. As a poet I try to include the senses. One problem... I don't seem to know quite how to write flash fiction. This is more of a vignette than true flash. There isn't much of a hook and action narrative isn't my forté. But it gets me writing. So... I need help writing flash fiction! In other good news: I neglected my journal for 3 weeks! But, I'm now back to daily musings and scribbles. I'm on page 5,072. I have put most of my postcards I sent on-line at facebook (cropped, addresses not showing, to... first name only). I'm slowly transcribing them here. I had a daydream about becoming so spread out that folks could see right through me. Need to pursue this. There isn't enough time left for me to ever catch up, so I just need to focus on doing something every day. |