Six Word Saturday

 

(I’m With John On This One)

All I Want Is The Truth

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You’ll get the straight scoop from Call Me Cate at: SHOW MY FACE.

Thursday 13 (Internationale)

(I admit to sloth, preoccupation, and lack of inspiration this week)

Thursday Thirteen Internationale

1. Thursday Thirteen
2. 星期四十三
3. Donderdag Dertien
4. Jeudi treize
5. Donnerstag dreizehn
6. Πέμπτη δέκα τρία
7. jajvam wa’maH wej
8. Giovedì tredici
9. 木曜日13
10. Quinta-feira treze
11. 11. 목요일 13
12. Четверг 13
13. Jueves trece

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For lists far more interesting than this one, go to: THURSDAY THIRTEEN.

 

Valentine’s Day

Katherine Frey Lavalette

(2/14/1927—1/24/2001)

Valentine’s Day

No one goes there now.
For days the smooth snow,
unbroken to the treeline,
lifted there by wind
along the ridge, settles
at last among the stones.
At night, stars, high,
hiss an inaudible static,
dance for the dead.

In the morning,
if there is sun,
what little sun there is
washes down between the stones,
lights but does not warm.
Cold reigns,
and I stand in the drift,
orphaned.

DAYBREAK

(for this week’s prompt, “Smile” at One Single Impression)

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It’s still hours until morning—
when I rise, she smiles
and the room is filled with light.

Six Word Saturday

(How I became the imaginary trombonist I am today.)

Thank You Very Much, Mr Keeshan.

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Our friend Call Me Cate says, “Come blow your horn” at SHOW MY FACE.

Easing The Pain

I’ve been laid up since the beginning of the week with (sadly recurrent) sciatica of some sort, only able to stand / walk independently for more than a couple steps as of this morning. Today’s mail brought me a major dose of pain relief, in the form of my new F#Minor red cedar flute, hand-crafted by Butch Hall, who has become my favorite flute maker (along with Odell Borg of High Spirits Flutes). 

Here’s a taste (not me playing):

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Here’s The Full Truth, Though:  I owe my healing–I owe everything–to the patience and the loving kindnesses always shown to me by My Beloved Dr Sandra Stanley, without whom there is no music. 

 

 

Gem

afternoon ruby
incomparable sunset
diamonds by midnight

Photo Credit: Volks On Bikes

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Find lots more gems at this week’s HAIKU HEIGHTS.

Six Word Saturday

 

You Have To Use Both Hands 

 

  

 

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Thursday Thirteen

13 In The Pits

1. Spiteful
2. Piteous
3. Hospitalized
4. Spittoon
5. Decrepit
6. Decapitate
7. Epitaph
8. Armpit
9. Capitulate
10. Pitchfork
11. Uppity
12. Turpitude
13. Sleep it off

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Satori

“And what did he say about the End Times,” they asked him.

He smiled and said, “He only smiled and said: ’The last of the day is of no note; the sun goes down, we close our eyes and remain in darkness.’”
Then he closed eyes for a moment, remembering The Master’s words.

Everyone could see the stillness upon him.

When he opened his eyes he was alone among them.
He knew that he knew nothing except that the sun was on the horizon, and he smiled.