With my heaven I believe in my father. Where I have asked myself: “Why do I bother?” In the afar distance I bloom with my dying roses. As there was no sky to be flown to as my heaven closes. With rain and wind I follow my stream, but, nevertheless this could be my dying […]


The Investigators, Inc. Mystery Of The Beginning. Chapter 8.

There were 2 hotels in town, but one I definitely would not stay at, the other was quite nice looking so we gave it a try. I think we were the only guests at this hotel, though it had 30 rooms. We were on the second floor and I immediately tried out our new device […]

The Investigators, Inc. Mystery Of The Beginning. Chapter 8.

Can I love, you ask?

Yes, I can love like the windon a bright, breezy day,and the smile in my heartwill take your breath away. I’m full of hot lava,hurricanes, and deep seas,and when I bestow a kiss,I bring my lover to their knees. I’m like a serene tropical islandin the midst of summer storm,and those who have loved mehave […]

Can I love, you ask?

In a World That is Mine

Image credit; LuizClas@ Pexels The ruthless alarm woke me up with a start as the birds chanted their morning mantras, just like every other day. I sat meditatively, refusing to open my eyes, at the blissful liminal state between sleep and wakefulness. Just like every other day. Another day awaits, its gloriousness or dreadfulness determined […]

In a World That is Mine


This week’s Farm Report comes to us from Ben. The weather warmed up and I got the car washed. For now. And now It’s snowing and cold again. Oh well. It’s January in Minnesota. The ducks and chickens did enjoy the melting snow and grass coming out of the snow; they really like having some […]


Field of Cloth of Gold: 3. Wrestling

Here you can read the first and the second part During the summit held In 1520 between Henry VIII of England  and Francis I of France, under the auspices of peace and friendship great tournaments and contests took place, including horseback combat and jousting , foot battles and archery displays.The knights competed for both their […]

Field of Cloth of Gold:  3. Wrestling

The End of Roman Britain: Instability and the Hoxne Hoard

Whatever shortages Britain’s facing due to Brexit and Covid, it hasn’t run short of archeology. The country entered this strange time of ours rich in buried history and since the stuff in question hasn’t gotten up and walked out of the ground, it’s still rich. The tale I’m about to tell you comes from before […]

The End of Roman Britain: Instability and the Hoxne Hoard


Maybe I just needed a new perspective –like the famed Hanged Man of tarot –committed to some deep, internal need,I willed a horizontal shift; landed with intent. Maybe it is not my legs that are disabled,but a soul longing to escape the continualdiscord of perpetual motion, a never-endingto-do list of the success-driven persona. Maybe there […]


The #TBR Pile #Writing Challenge

Pixaby image She grabs each book with panacheBut lets it languish in some cornerPromises would be kept, she knowsWhen’d that day dawn, she doesn’t decipher. Decorated with turmericScented by cinnamonSmeared with her favorite sauceSome sit at her kitchen ledge, waiting to be read. They enhance the ambiance of her homeBooks are her first loveA unique […]

The #TBR Pile #Writing Challenge


Ripping bandaids,done sincerely,only hurtsa little bit,yet with lingered,apprehension,it will hold alasting sting. Never laugh atothers tears,or those same tears will find you,feeling joy inseing sorrow,retributionis your view. Be the personyou want to seepassing by youso carefree,As you dance withdrowning feetyour heart drumsa different beat. – Grace Y. Estevez-Reddy Originally Published on January 3, 2021


To Put Away My Eyes – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Photo: one of the many nature reserves around Augusta and the Blackwood River this one has the grand title of No. 8437. “The earth has music for those who listen.” William Shakespeare To Put Away My Eyes To put away my eyes for a moment and take in the sounds underneath, to let go the […]

To Put Away My Eyes – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Elsinore, the Gate to the Rest of Scandinavia

The light, the sky and the sea. We are in the northeast corner of Denmark.At the end of the snow-covered road lies Kronborg.Elsinore, home to the buzz of history. Kronborg Castle and William Shakespeare’s Hamlet. Norwegian painter, Thomas Fearnley, 1802-1842Helsingør mod Kronborg, vinter. Date of art: 1833, oil on canvas.

Elsinore, the Gate to the Rest of Scandinavia

An Amuse Bouche

An Amuse Bouche Come flirt with me So we might spread Our wings and fly To exotic places calling Come and kiss me gently Your lips I want to taste An amuse bouche To tease me playfully and whet my appetite for what is yet to come Copyright © 2022 Christine Bolton – Poetry for […]

An Amuse Bouche

Dead Calm and Zero Degrees

This morning when I got up, it was dead calm and zero degrees. Actually, a little below zero. The top window over the sink was so frosty that I couldn’t even see outside. (Fortunately, the frost is on the outside storm window.) And here is the view from the window by my desk. With the […]

Dead Calm and Zero Degrees

‘I Am Back,

Welcome back, fellow stranger, As I am back at it again. With a lovely journey I had past couple weeks. Thanks to editing, mood boards and goals I have created A new website design and a new Instagram posting style. All this could not have be done without you, because you have inspired me […]

‘I Am Back,

Positive source #haiku

A foggy sunrise emerges through the clouds of hope a positive source ©️ Jane Aguiar Image by KL Caley ⭐Normally haiku is not given any title. It is not necessary but I like to title it. Written in response to: WRITE PHOTO – Approach by KL Caley. Thank you for reading. Stay Blessed 💞

Positive source #haiku

Kaffie Frederick General Mercantile

This is the oldest hardware store in Louisiana – the Kaffie Frederick General Mercantile in Natchitoches, LA. It was founded in 1863, during the American Civil War, by Jewish Prussian immigrants who were looking for a welcoming place to settle. The store is still owned by descendants of the family. This is an original working […]

Kaffie Frederick General Mercantile

Cellow Yat (a nonsense poem)

The Neighbor’s Cellow Yat slinks into my yard and hunkers down underneath my Fird Beeder. With the patience of a stone statue, she waits… for the Firds to land on the Beeder A Wittle Lren comes looking for Beeds sitting right above the Cellow Yat. But she thinks to herself, “A Wittle Lren?” “What kind […]

Cellow Yat (a nonsense poem)