Moving Day

I'm beginning the process of moving all my blogs and jewelry/accessory info to Tumblr. I'm interested in too many things to have a separate blog for each of them. I don't think i'll disable this blog, but there will not be any new poems/analyses posted here. They'll all go onto my Tumblr blog, The Laconic Inkdrop.

CHEERS AND HAPPY HOLIDAYS!

Blog No. 2 Up and At 'Em

I've got another blog now--Nemesis Watching. I'll still use this blog, but the other site is more for the nitty-gritty, prosy side of life, whereas this one is more for creativity, literature, and art. I'll be writing about unemployment, economic and social ills and issues, and other such topics. Thanks for reading! Love you all near and far!

Zibbet, Get It?

My new shop is at Zibbet.com! The Etsy shop will stay open until May 31 as previously stated. Only the Etsy shop has the 10% off discount, whose code is TTFN31.

Etsy Shop Closing

My Etsy shop will close at MIDNIGHT on May 31. Enter code TTFN31 before then for a 10% discount on ALL items in my store--clearing out the inventory before I head out. "Like" my Facebook page or follow me on Twitter to stay updated on where my online shop will open anew.

Etsy Sale

Local residents aren't the only ones to benefit from my April sale--until the end of April, ALL items in my Etsy store are 10% OFF! Enter coupon code APRIL10 to get 10% off your order! Time's flying, so don't miss out!

Is It

I’m sensing a stereotype developing

Warriors haunted with PTSD

Strike fear into their charges’ hearts,

As though the shepherds would devour

Their own lambs

I’m driven to ask

If there is not a soldier

Holed up within himself

Now, now that the champagne is quiet

And the confetti lies dead,

Unwilling to crawl out of his skull to so much

As kill a fly,

Staring out of his cells,

Thinking that to unlearn

The war in his hands

And take up gentleness again

Is not an effort more worthy

Than a quick and quiet self-violence

That might come easier than

Flaring out at an oblivious psychological trigger.

A Beautiful Short Film for Book Lovers

Here is The Fantastic Flying Books of Mr. Morris Lessmore
And I will not lie--at the last five minutes, I was bawling.

My Ever Just Curious Etsy shop is officially open for business!

I'm very happy to announce that I've uploaded several pictures of a variety of my creations. Go to the shop to have a look around.


Here are some of my pretties

Gold Chain with Gold Pearls, Carnelian, Deep Coral, Turquoise- and Gray-Glass

Peachy-Pink, Dark Red, and Rich Blue Two-Tiered Gold Necklace with Gray Leather

Labradorite, Turquoise, and Carnelian Single Strand Necklace

Gold and Blue Flower Brooch

Enjoy!

Behind the Scenes: Blog Stats and a Thank-You

I frequently use the hashtag #readersmakeithappen in my tweets relating to my blog. This blog does happen because of you. I took some screenshots of my stats so you can see one of the things that just make my day: knowing you're out there, reading my posts.

 This week...

Of all time, as of 12.9.11

 

 Most viewed posts this week...

Most viewed of all time as of 12.9.11

My traffic sources

And there you are, dear readers!

If I solely wanted to yammer on, "express myself," and demand someone pay devout attention to and understand me, I can hire a therapist for that. This blog is for you--an invitation to reflect on life under this sun with me, if only for a few minutes out of your busy day. To you who accepted that invitation, you have my gratitude.

Worm Theology

Worm Theology

Mad heresy of

Dead men’s hearsay.

If I be proud—

God bring me down.

I Laid Me Down {draft 3}

to sleep and did not know the wolf to fear.

I lay me down, and sleep comes no more, for

The light that glares within the wolf’s eye is

Too near and never will sleep.

I lay me down and sleep, for nearer still

The shepherd sees me this night and he sees

The wolf, who never will understand nor

Can ever overwhelm this other light

And will come not a step closer.

It was in vain to wake, rise early and

In vain to stay the wolf with darting, watching eyes,

In vain to eat my daily bread in snatches and fear.

I have laid me down

because He gave me, beloved, sleep.

{inspired by Psalm 4:8; 23; 91:5-6; 121:4; 127:2; John 1:5; 10:1-18; and personal experience}

Reel Around the Sun {wee seedling}

“So cold a winter it’s been, friend, and I’ve

Not seen the sun so many dreary months.”

“Away w’ me, good friend! Away, away

For wild a reel around the sun!

We’ll need no drop to drink nor crumb to eat:

The stars are feast enough! A fine good ship

Of ebony made, sails of dragon’s wings

Sewn, helm of trusty-tempered steel. Off, off!

Off we fly, friend, for wild a reel around the sun!”

{inspired by Reel Around the Sun by Bill Whalen. Three very good versions I love are by Twelve Girls Band, The Gardyne Chamber Ensemble, and the original song on the Riverdance album.}

Walt

Whitman ain’t my friend—

Think you’re somethin, doncha,

Sacred proud worm-food.

Hilf mir zu helfen, ach, mein Gott

Today I heard a story sorrowful

In my ears. Hope was hurt beyond the best

Of mortal help. I covered my head just

To give grief some scant privacy. But oh,

But hated shunning sorrow as it looked

For help in my eyes. I can watch, though long

The night, pray my words will keep greedy winds

From scattering you far away and lost

Forever. But your full remedy, sad

And wretched true, is not in me—I've searched

In vain in the long, raging nights. Ach, Gott.

Binding Tides

I feared the sea’s mercurial pull, stayed

Onshore, when I was small. But now

 I find

With some dismay the ocean is in me.

Moons pull and shove me, but beyond the dark

Blue moods I see a Star for me. So, go,

Rage, waves. See if you can blot out that high,

Eternal north star.

Your consolation

Prize? This. A faulty compass, cast aside.

Miranda by John William Waterhouse