poesia du jour para tu

poemes running like water through streets

carrying sacred lights

pooling into steadily swirling reservoirs

awaiting brown-red leaf boats

navigating windwise through days and nights

crossing once, then again, into infinity

throwing kisses like confetti against baring currents

poema falling ragged breathed far beyond red ribbons

signaling past forgotten exhaustion

south to north

east to west

round and round the spheres flow

constantly rotating even when all seems

at a spacious standstill of celestial celebration

moon rising under the sun

tipping, slipping up and over

until blissful dissolution into essential energies

without barriers of skin, muscle, bone or brain

teasing mingling touching joys

if only poems were as easy to brew as coffee

beans plus water plus heat equals black tides

everyone would mix them up for breakfast

with the stuff of their nights’  notions

posting a new batch every morning

bulletin boards of fresh poems every day

lining entryways to every cafe, subway, work~way

occupied with such creating

homo sapiens might evolve beyond hating

(Yi-Ching’s ‘happiness’ http://ylphoto.wordpress.com/2009/06/22/happiness/)






Apple Blossoms

morning, enthralling scent

entices an urban~born child outside into paradise

searching for sources

discovers overwhelming apple blossoms

desiring only dissolution, merging with fragrant wind

~~quickly she learns not to voice such or other joy


http://yichinglin.blogspot.com/2007/06/sakura.html    blossoms



Painting Warrior

horse hair brushes

flowing swiftly over landscape white paper

exploding arrows of red,  green, black, yellow

swirls curving lines converging

carrying past forward

preservation for future

counting sacred coup




Cultural Exchanges

Red door halts hard light

Silence full of tiny golden smiles, tea lights

blinking incense

brief serenity before~

chattering galore bounces along wood floors

fingers whisk sets prayers a-spinning

Refugee on final red cushion corner

stained glass windows, blue, green, white but orange

flows from flat robes, text boxes, shelves all candles warm

shawl settles, spine tingles, heat moves up to shoulders split

unexpected wind-walkers come curious foward

perhaps bowl song drawn

with ears intent

nostrils alert

eyes exploring


ice flattened tan grasses, black wire fence, plastic flowers,

small stars & stripes, gray-white stone, sulking harsh red church


Painting Warrior tracking

traces of wind spread tobacco laced red black petals

cedar chips

dried berries

their plastic bowl claps against fence

unable to follow


Warrior’s Mary hailing flows

arrives clear as bowl ring

song catching tears




Revelation 4:20 A.M.

The universe turns on a tear~

a single tear

from a hardened heart

such stops time

all watch as it falls



a playing child

only gently shush, gently gently shush a playing child

even softer adult laughing

when laughter departs a soul darkens so

that even large dogs slink away fearful

casting careful, sad, backward glances

such a deep well is difficult to scale

such truths


do not tightly tie the bag

take care not to stifle play

at the least, the very very least

inhale laughing children’s  eyes skipping into the wind

no matter whose children they be



crows kawing

sparrows tatter tatter titter among spilled seeds

dried leaves haunting

wind whips spills out then whips again

bending folding clouds scattering

crows kaw kaw kawing

like all crazy ones do



Friday night 5 flicks and a book for the readers among you.

Wanting a book to devour?

This Friday’s book dish is The Cloud Atlas by Liam Callanan (yes there is another book with the same title by a different author and I know nada about it.)


Japanese War Balloons, love stories, going native, ethical questions, great writing, and some unforgettable characters.


Later additon:  The Swallows of  Kabul  by   Yasmina Khadra 

Women in Afghanistan

for  an excerpt–



Movies you might rent:

Just numbers, not rankings.

pick number one:      Water



1938, India, widows  


pick number two:     Slumdog Millionaire


You might enjoy the above link just for the wonderful music it offers on the  site.


India–survival, love, destiny–on the dark side of India’s slums.  Definitely not City of Joy–no American doctors finding their redemptions (ah Patrick Swayze).


pick number three:      True Romance


one of Christian Slater’s best roles ever–and yes–true romance


pick number 4:        Dirty Pretty Things


 Audrey Tautou –and the rest of the cast beat the acting pants off all comers in this FILM.


pick number five:       The Visitor


What does illegal mean in human terms?

–If you rent some oldie but goodie–please add it to the list.

For the love of chocolate? fun? giggles and grins?

In the name of just plain fun –and the love of chocolate and Kokot’s own personal Chocolate Soup receipe –we, Chef Kokot and moi, invite everyone to embark on an invasion of club ottobiography’s clear, clean white comic squares. Key to this invasion is making your presence known  via the usual means in blogland–comments. No invisible lurkers will be rewarded with a personal delievery from  Kokot of his very own receipe for Chocolate Soup.  Verification of his offer can be found at his Kitchen Studio:  


Otherwise, if you’re just plain up for some good clean comic fun and frolic—let the invasion begin!  >>>>    www.ottobiography.wordpress.com

Let’s see who ‘captures’ the litterbox of shame, the little pink bathroom rug, the yardsticks, and the infamous black hole. Claim whatever territory tickles your funny bones.  Beware of the baby bears and the invisible Arna! Oh Otto & Carl! Here we come!


Tanka Bars–Buffalo on the hoof fast food style with flavor

Okay, I have finally tasted and consumed with delighted surprise a Tanka Bar–100% Natural Buffalo Cranberry Bar.  I  can say with all honesty that I wanted another one of these delectable creations from the Pine Ridge Reservation. Discovered the Tanka Bar in my local independent natural foods store.   Seventy calories seldom tastes so good–I kid not.  The not so short link  below will satisfy curiosity about where to find this fast food treat, the traditional food that inspired its creation, and what the local buffalo mugs look like.   

October 2009 update via Indian Country Today:  http://www.indiancountrytoday.com/archive/63537102.html


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