Prayer may not save us. But prayer may make us worthy of being saved.” ― Abraham Joshua Heschel, Moral Grandeur and Spiritual Audacity: Essays
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todays bird
he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
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Noah Kahan
Show & Tell
Jules of Nature
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Sweet Seals For You, Always

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YOU ARE THE REASON
trying on a metaphor
Not today Justin

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Prayer may not save us. But prayer may make us worthy of being saved.” ― Abraham Joshua Heschel, Moral Grandeur and Spiritual Audacity: Essays
sky sounding serenade seeps rambunctious rain -
scenic storm sweeps willows wanton whispers
into the storm song - world wondrously wakeful
waits with bated breath as do the muses, me and all c
willow weeps poems, penning pure poetry - in such scintillating strawberry moon ink, indulging muses madly inspired whim, as if drunk on milky moonshine! Such starry, silvery, scenic sky’s swooning over willows wanton, willful poem inspires this silly scribes scribble - see I wrote it all out for you. c
Ocean Vuong, from “Someday I’ll Love Ocean Vuong”, Night Sky with Exit Wounds
My latest New Scientist cartoon
Andrea Gibson, "DEPRESSION [VERB]", Lord of the Butterflies
Fossilized in peak season
Parrying off city lights
Immortalized by faded lenses
It comes so easy to you
Carrying my fragile heart
Patchwork threads all
over the place
vying for those
hazel eyes
Simple is as simple does
my dear, just sit back
have a glass and hold on tight
Sleepless Night
Three numbers for time
giving the room a red glow
while I toss and turn
too warm, too cold too damn old,
thoughts that hold me in their grasp.
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D W Eldred
my soul is a crazy crow
hitching a ride on an eagle
etching the sky in shrill, scenic
circling the sun. I am the crow, I
am the eagle, I am the sky - I am, I am! c
Sunny Summer Solstice Sunday;
season says sunshine,
still soul deep is cold, clammy -
confusing contrast feels so with the times though ~ c
Bastet Cat Egypt Late Period, XXVI Dynasty
c. 664 - 525 B.C. Bronze with exceptional patina
Elaine Showalter, The Female Malady: Women, Madness, and English Culture, 1830–1980