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Making a Fist Naomi Shihab Nye For the first time, on the road north of Tampico, I felt the life sliding out of me, a drum in the desert, harder and harder to hear. I was seven, I lay in the car watching palm trees swirl a sickening pattern past the glass. My stomach was a melon split wide inside my skin. ‘How do you know if you are going to die?’… Read More

I normally post all the monochrome stuff on The Fuzzy Foto. But, I saw this in my files and I remember how interested in it I was at the time. Many years ago, somebody chopped off this very large limb from a Live Oak tree on the plant property. It’s still attached to the tree. The worst pruning job I ever saw in my entire life, I think. It almost looks fossilized…. Read More

Does this look like a dying woman to you? Me either. I just walked in from drinking iced coffee and smoking a cigarette on my porch where I’d been thinking about this blog. My watch said 12:30 AM. (I threw this out-of-focus one in to frustrate your sense of composition) I keep wanting to move the frame up! Chuckle… I am bored with all this talk of dying. I thought the Crematory… Read More

Happy New Year!! 2015 This will be the year that I die. Remember the old Buddy Holly song? Below is a late night photo that I took for a friend, Lemony Gregg, as a joke. I later titled it, “Cause of Death”. It was taken sometime in the fall of 2014. I was seventy-two years old. I got to be seventy-two years old (plus seven months) not by making New Year’s Resolutions,… Read More

This post, titled Euphemistically Dead, was published in The Woven Tale Press I liked their presentation and the layout of the piece. The online magazine features great work from some very talented artists. I appreciate their including this post and featuring it in one of their Weekly Peeks. A warm thank you to Sandra Tyler and to the rest of the staff! Humans have a real problem with¬†dead. Euphemisms abound to describe… Read More

Today, I am seventy-two years old. In military jargon, I am a Short-Timer. Maybe in Jail jargon, too. At any rate, I’m in a hurry. Got stuff to do And Photograph to take Before the Shadow catches up to me. Thank you to all of you who cheer me along! I appreciate it very much. ūüôā

An ancient Pygmy blossom Dried on the trunk of a Pygmy Date Palm tree Tiny dates once grew on the stems During pruning of the old fronds, these dried blossoms were overlooked They were undoubtedly among the first fruits produced by the tree Years ago The¬†blossoms were once heavy with clusters of tiny dates The shell was green and the blossoms were bright yellow The tiny fruits developed from the stems Although… Read More

In Memoriam The Vonnegut Maxim It is what it is Is true Until Of course It is not *(Vonnegut Image:  Kanellis.com)

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