Giving Thanks: The Farmer's Creed By Frank Mann

Harvest time is a time for giving thanks.

I believe a man’s greatest possession is his dignity and that no calling bestows this more abundantly than farming.
 
I believe hard work and honest sweat are the building blocks of a person’s character.

Wallace Stevens and The Idea of Order at Key West

On the road to Key West.

She sang beyond the genius of the sea.
The water never formed to mind or voice,
Like a body wholly body, fluttering
Its empty sleeves; and yet its mimic motion
Made constant cry, caused constantly a cry,
That was not ours although we understood,
Inhuman, of the veritable ocean.

Murder in Melaque She Wrote! A BillJo Doll Mystery

A mystery novel by BilliJo Doll uncovers death in the Costalegre region of Mexico.

In a hotel full of suspects who is the next victim? French Canadian tourists have been dying in the Mexican village of Melaque for ten years. Is it all a coincidence or is something more sinister afoot? Murder in Melaque is the latest page turning mystery from writer BilliJo Doll. The author who had previously scored with Murder in Montana set in her home state now sets the table in her adopted state of Jalisco, Mexico.

Memento Mori in San Francisco

Memento mori in San Francisco window.

      As you are
       I was
 As I am you will be

I’m Done writes Liz Parkin

Frida Collage by the artist and poet Liz Parkin.

The girl inside me cries for her youth
And the clock ticks away

I should have done more I think
Paralyzed by fear

America Your Face is Dirty

Carlos Cortez reflects on the bombing of Hiroshima through poetry.

When your bomb fell
More had fallen
Than just a bomb

When you destroyed a city
More was destroyed
Than just a city

Charles Bane Jr.'s The Chapbook — Poem For My Son

A world in play...

It must be carried in the hands,
this such as never was.
Allowed in shadow,
a second of nevermore?

Poem for a Daughter

Doin' da Dino in da desert.

I can't beat up every boy
who dares to break your heart
and I can't fight your battles either
But I can be in your corner
when you come out swinging
and I can be the arms that hug you
to let the pain drift away