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it’s not red, but this is the red sea on the shore of jeddah, saudi arabia. photography by ssj
is the wave
that creates the wave
that creates the wave
that creates the wave
that reaches my feet
the same wave
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One, two, three, here goes another trilogy
quite different from that ‘3 on Anatomy’.
This one spins a mystery
that spirals from drones to ants to a neighbor’s tree
and a quandary that begs for sophistry.trilogy of very short stories
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ibzy & imzy. photography by SSJ, 2016
they hack it their way.
the proof is in the doing.
the smiles say magic.© SSJ 2016
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photo courtesy of ChanhNguyen, pixabay.com
As a child, have you tried chasing dragonflies across a meadow? Or watched them skim over brooks and pools of rain water? Some memories live like dragonflies. They can suddenly glide in, or glide out of view. Repeatedly, yet elusively. Catch them, and they catch you, and close the gap between the Then and the Now.
gliders
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A mashup image of the world map, violeta chamorro, somoza debayle, shot-up car of somoza, tarmac assassination of aquino
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Presidents of the World
The man i see on news time always is
Smiling white teeth and all
In a time now when kidnapping
Is a profitable preoccupationCosmos falling falling down
Descended plutonium blasting
The inhibitions in us -
Mashup image of Aldo Moro photo and the world map
And what have become of your
historic compromise
between your christians and
your valid communists,
parliamentary procedures and
your program of government? -
Mashup image of Obama airport arrival and world map
We live in very interesting and painful times. But lest we think that this is only true today, let’s not be naive. Two poems in the poetry collection At The Edge of Things (1979) are being posted this week to remind us that, time and again, we’ve been through very interesting and painful times. Sometimes we remember, sometimes we forget, sometimes we learn, sometimes we don’t. And the world continues to twirl on its axis, at times in a song and dance to lull us into getting comfortable, and at other times, like a top to send us spinning on tenterhooks.
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Pages
(the following pages are from a short story written by Said Sadain, Jr)
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online
the scape of my mind
no sun can ever divine.
shine. online. sublime.© copyright ssj nov. 2016
WordPress Daily Prompt Challenge: Hyperbole
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mirror, mirror photography by ssj
mirror mirror on the wall:
who is monitoring my calls,
my emails and my fb wall?© copyright ssj nov. 2013
- when the lustered sea embraces the sand, is it to claim or cede its flotsam? when my mind sails with the rolling wind, is it to cast or catch a sparkle?
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