“All my life through the new sights of nature made me rejoice like a child.” Marie Curie


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  • Good and Evil, Nature Psyche #18

    Who woulda thunk America coulda sunk To idiocy and hatred Divorce from facts An echo chamber of lies Corrosion of truth Unconscious darkness Projected onto others Unconfronted ignorance Will this evil fade softly As an awakening From a bad dream? Wood block painting by Kawase Hasui, 1933 Nascent flowers Tendrils of democracy Seeds that cannot…

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  • Social media blues

    So you want to be an author, Calli?You must be on social media!To the rules of marketingI tried to be obedientTwitter, Instagram, TumblrNot much successLeast of all TumblrThough I like it the bestI enjoy my websiteMy blog here on WordPressBut here too, not much followingIt’s caused me some stressDyslexia limits the timeI can spend with…

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  • Green Hildegard

    21st century environmentalism can find some inspiration in the words of a 12th century nun. As one who did not begin writing until my late thirties, I’ve always felt inspired by Hildegard of Bingen, who didn’t begin recording her own visions and music until she was in her forties. Skimming through some of her work…

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  • Night and Day. The Nature Psyche #16

    Nocturnal stillness Reflected light of the gods Life’s strife can wait One perfect moment To remember,to inhabit For eternity Toils of the day The measuring and spending Of precious Time

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  • Dyslexia, a poem, a lament

    How I would love to read With speed, without fatigue Quickly, voraciously Un-dyslexically Jealousy? envy? Alas, it’s true But within the frustration Innate compensations Are small celebrations I’m mostly at peace With me The Reader, by Renoir

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  • Autumn Reflections

    High above the hawk is circling Red shoulders cutting through blue sky The year’s last delicious thermals are rising Like feathers the leaves are falling Dazzling colors giving life as they die Surrendering to the season, so gracefully accepting The night chorus of crickets is thinning Issuing a sporadic collective sigh Through the cool autumn…

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