The Publisher

Blow your horn. If nobody hears it.  No harm no foul. If somebody hears it and likes the beat of the drum. I figure nobody reads much unless renowned.  Then the thump of nations echo through all sounds.  So why not be engaged in laughter? From a giggle to a snort.  A way to evade the real world full of evil and dismay. If one can poke fun at oneself regardless of one's name. That is the gift of optimism. For the greater good. Join in music, hum along with heart. Who cares if anyone listens. You are becoming one with your heart that echoes within your soul. Do what YOU love. Regardless of acclaim. You do it because YOU love it. It doesn't need any fame. The glue that sticks us all together is filled with optimism and hope. Drowning out the empty noise  of anything of fame or violence or corruption. If we heed only the automatic reaction to the reflection of others grief. We are desperately trying to get relief from sorrow, ...

“Poetry operates by hints and dark suggestions. It is full of secrets and hidden formulae, like a witch’s brew.”   ~Anthony Hecht Academy of American Poets Chancellor (1971-1997) SOURCE :  https://www.poets.org Spookiness in poetry ..... Robert Frost Ghost House I Dwell in a lonely house I know   That vanished many a summer ago,  And left no trace but the cellar walls,  And a cellar in which the daylight falls,  And the purple-stemmed wild raspberries grow.  O'er ruined fences the grape-vines shield  The woods come back to the mowing field;  The orchard tree has grown one copse  Of new wood and old where the woodpecker chops;  The footpath down to the well is healed.  I dwell with a strangely aching heart  In that vanished abode there far apart  On that disused and forgotten road  That has no dust-bath now for the toad.  Night comes; the black bats tumb...

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Canada celebrated its Thanksgiving Day just this past week in October.  We celebrate our day of thanks one month before our American neighbors to the south.  I've also referenced gratitude and such n such on my other blog: MeanderingsABOUT .... learning to live in the moment means we should be thankful every day.  I'm a newbie student adopter of #mindfulness.  Whew, so much to learn.   Looking for something that appeals to my creative senses and matches my quest for finding #bestofeverything .  I've tried to get people to start using the hashtag so that they and everyone really has one central hashtag that is used by the populace, not guided to promote their own self-serving results.  Who does that anyhow? Upon this Thanksgiving Season, be thoughtful while you are being thankful.  Who can you reach out to and make their day, showing them you are thankful for that special person in your life,...

seeker of truth follow no path all paths lead where truth is here E.E. Cummings We, unaccustomed to courage exiles from delight live coiled in shells of loneliness until love leaves its high holy temple and comes into our sight to liberate us into life. Love arrives and in its train come ecstasies old memories of pleasure ancient histories of pain. Yet if we are bold, love strikes away the chains of fear from our souls. We are weaned from our timidity In the flush of love's light we dare be brave And suddenly we see that love costs all we are and will ever be. Yet it is only love which sets us free. Maya Angelou Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, And sorry I could not travel both And be one traveler, long I stood And looked down one as far as I could To where it bent in the undergrowth; Then took the other, as just as fair, And having perhaps the better claim, Because it was grassy and wanted wea...