Flash-fiction “..riddles silent, alone..”April 24

 

PEER INTO IT STRANGELY

 

We are at a crossroads. Or perhaps it is the edge of a precipice. A point where we cannot go further. We find ourselves here, in this locale, and peer into it strangely.. tired, with guard down, aware of time and space… Where it is time to move forward into a completely new understanding of the world. Leaving behind the  blasé  ‘engaging- in- what- is- wrong’ and f’d beyond recognition..realizing it is just more time spent in the past, in that old thinking. To pass it is to go much more deeply in it, through it, in between its pixels, its illusory space. What is beyond the “noise” is one of these doors looming towards us, piquing the interest, with its ancient riddles silent, and alone- like a nocturnal flower.

Photography- Mountain Lake and Reflections..

An early morning hike up to this alpine lake was rewarded with unusual cloud formations and natural wonder. There was very little wind and the sun was breaking through clouds to the mountains in the East. This is b&w but the color shows more of the clouds. The area was teeming with life. What you’ll have to imagine is the sound of the birds. There were some noisy’ mountain jays and robins and occasional hammer sound of a woodpecker in the distance.

 

Reading Prose and Poetry- Some excellent sites and links

Here are some sites I would recommend for the latest in prose and poetry. These periodicals are also accepting submissions of original work.

http://www.theparisreview.org/blog/2011/11/14/a-week-in-culture-sadie-stein-writer/comment-page-1/#comment-76032

http://hcl.harvard.edu/harvardreview/

http://www.poetryfoundation.org/poetrymagazine/

http://www.poets.org/page.php/prmID/58

http://m.newyorker.com/

I don’t know what this song is about..

 

I don’t know what this song is about

It’s only a mood, no words, just pictures

There are no capitals, no punctuation, the words just come down

Onto the paper and then float away

I think it’s a photograph of life, a picture of it

And right now it’s floating high

But its something far away, bigger than life

like a cloud, and I’m trying to draw it in real size

on a tiny piece of paper

It doesn’t even fit in the room so I’ll draw dots around it

And connect them with a song.

I won’t try to write them down

I’m sending them on to another place

A different place to be..