In the theory of evolution
Humans have not moved far from chickens…
Getting along fine in their flock day by day
Until one sustains an injury drawing blood.
No matter how well they resided before
They all turn on the injured member
Picking and pecking drawing even more blood…
Similar to stoning in the Biblical stories.
Injuries sustained cause a painful death.
Everything goes back to normal
As the next one awaits his fate.
A very bloody habit
Up the road from where I live, there is an old, abandoned house. It sits back from the road, with overgrown shrubs obscuring the windows, a sagging front porch, a rusty metal roof, and an unlocked bulkhead that leads to what surely is an unfinished basement with a dirt floor and perhaps a tight crawlspace. I know the bulkhead is unlocked because I tried it once. It squeaked open without resistance, revealing a descent into darkness. It was a descent I did not take.
The house, you see, is haunted.
Or, at least, some of the locals say it is. And I don’t doubt them. It’s flanked by mature woodlands that encroach closer and closer with each passing year. There are no nearby neighbors. Rarely have I heard the birds sing when I visit the property, as if even they, on an instinctual level, detect a sense of malice and…
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Unlike the sprawling area covered by the Bonaventure Cemetery in Savannah, Colonial Park can be found occupying just 6 acres at the intersection of Abercorn and Oglethorpe roads. Opened in 1750, the cemetery is considered to be the oldest in Savannah that hasn’t been destroyed, covered over, or relocated. Many reports have come from […]
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Follow the yellow brick road? No crossing! Turn left, turn right, run in circles! Put your left foot in, then take you right foot out …
Sometimes, the road signs, especially around Boston are impossible to understand, much less follow. You can make a left unless that second light under the main light is blinking yellow. Or red. And a blinking green light isn’t really green, nor is a blinking red one necessarily a stop sign. Boston is also the only town that has post scripts on parking signs.
Except on Wednesday between 4 pm and 6 pm;
Or on any day the Bruins or the Celtics are playing;
Or if there’s snow, or the street cleaners are working.
This week I was introduced to by fellow blogger Amaya to https://dversepoets.com/, a poetry group on Word Press that challenges one another to write in various poetic forms. This is all new for me, so I am giving it a try. Today they are asking us to write Jazz poetry which, I never heard of before. It is a free verse style that has a musical jazz-like quality to the rhythm to the flow. So here is my attempt. I am writing about my experience playing the guitar and singing with a group of old folks at a local nursing home each Friday. I hope you enjoy my poem. This is my painting of The Lone Bass Man that I thought would go well with my poem.
Though she cannot speak.
Hel-l l lo
But, as the music plays
Oh can she sing
Every word plain…
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As readers of mine probably know by now, there has been a #MeToo campaign which has put a spotlight on how big of a problem sexual violence, particularly sexual violence against women, really is.
As such, there are a few things that I feel led to say about the organizers, participants, survivors who decided to not participate, male and nonbinary survivors of sexual violence, and men.
To the organizers of this #MeToo campaign, most especially activist Tarana Burke (who created the original movement about a decade ago) and actor Alyssa Milano (who helped make the hashtag viral this past weekend)—thank you. Your goal was to make others (particularly men like me) aware of how much this nation and world has a serious problem with sexual aggression and violence. I think you all succeeded. Hopefully this awareness can turn into ending rape culture. But all of you, as the organizers, took…
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This is a great historic story akin to that of the Bell Witch. Mysterious and scary! Read on, courtesy Notebook of Ghosts blog):
This past week, I have been filling my commonplace book with eclipse folklore, my favorite #FolkloreThursday tweets, creepy dolls, and some new ghost stories. I had an especially fun time writing about The Stone-Throwing Devil of Great Island, New Hampshire. George Walton, a wealthy landowner, and his family were tormented by an invisible force from […]
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It takes each new team member at least 6 months of practising and learning to make a globe
Shading around the coastlines on a 50cm globe.
I figured out how to create globes by trial and error
It took a long time to make one that was perfectly balanced and approx. 2 years before I produced a globe that I could sell.
Favourite part? Putting on the last gore
It is an immense feeling of pride and you can stand back and admire what has taken so long to complete.
Peter hopes his skills can be passed down within his family
Jon, adding detail to an 80cm globe.
Gores with one layer of paint added
We have to make multiple sets of gores matched in colour, if the wet paper is ripped or torn while it is being stretched, it can then be replaced with another perfectly matched gore
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