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“You either live life - bruises, skinned knees and all - or you turn your back on it and start dying.”

Captain Christopher Pike, Star Trek, 1966

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Heterochromia

Your eyes, burnt sienna, sunkissed and round. My eyes, midnight ocean, moonlit and ready to drown.

Cal Roberts

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~ Keele University on the Edge of Spring ~

(Photograph by Cal Roberts)

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~ Daily Flower Poetry ~

Lines Written in Early Spring

Through primrose tufts, in that green bower,

The periwinkle trailed its wreaths;

And 'tis my faith that every flower

Enjoys the air it breathes.

The birds around me hopped and played,

Their thoughts I cannot measure:—

But the least motion which they made

It seemed a thrill of pleasure.

William Wordsworth 🌱

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July In Appalachia

“ma says there’s an angel in the creek out behind old mr. henry’s shack. she saw it when she was seven years old, playing by herself while her pa helped mr. henry with his hay bales: sliced her bare foot open on a jagged rock, and the angel swam towards the blood in the water.

ma looked right into the angel’s six blind eyes and asked him, “how come you’re down here, sleepin’ in the mud, when you could be up in heaven, plantin’ sunflowers for god?” his wings were like a dragonfly’s, transparent and glimmerin’, and his halo was a ring of algae. the angel grinned, three rows of sharp teeth, and said, “girlie, god has plans for the bluegills too.”

Keaton St. James

(My favourite piece of prose ~ HAPPY EARTH DAY! 🌲)

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Heterochromia

Your eyes, burnt sienna, sunkissed and round. My eyes, midnight ocean, moonlit and ready to drown.

Cal Roberts