Insidious Autumn

Insidious: Stealthily treacherous or deceitful.  Le Drake Noir’s title couldn’t have been more appropriate. His photograph reminded me of a painting I own. A painting that now holds two meanings, its image tainted by the environment it hangs in. The beautiful brush strokes remind me of fires and not of golden fall leaves… Here is…

Emily Pauline Johnson (Tekahionwake) (1861–1913)

The air where I live is thick with smoke from the multiple California fires. I live right in the middle, far enough to be safe from both the northern and the southern fires, but close enough to smell the thick, acrid smoke hanging in the air. As always I turn to poetry for solace when events…

Priscilla Antonia Darder Aguilo (1952- Present)

Café Contemplation In a Newbury street cafe I drink my hot latte and deliberately eavesdrop on the scattered conversations that compete for a place, Andean music fills the air in a most incongruent way, songs of indigenous people, beautiful and melodic serve as white noise for the crowd, a sacred cultural form relegated to the…

The original Tic-Tacs

I recently came across a brand of candies with aniseed in them and they quickly became a favorite. I carry them everywhere but today I decided to look at the side of the tin closely and was surprised to see they have been manufactured since 1591! I thought surely this must be a typo but it…

This morning…

As I stepped out of my home this morning a rather surreal event, involving seven ravens, occurred. One flew on top of my car and looked at me straight in the eye. As I was trying to figure out whether to observe the curious bird and delay my departure, or shoo it off another bird…

Kandinsky…

This month’s art project will fit in nicely with “discovering” the relationship between the radius and circumference of circles. Might be fun to introduce angles, and talk about intersecting lines. Hmm… the possibilities are endless.  

America’s Gift to My Generation

Like many schools in the country, the school I teach at participates in the Patriot’s Pen essay contest. This is a yearly contest sponsored by The Veterans of Foreign Wars of the U.S. (VFW.org). Last year the topic of the essay was “The America I believe in”. This year’s topic is “America’s gift to my…

Màrius Torres (1910 -1942)

MOLT LLUNY D’AQUÍ  Hi ha una ciutat, molt lluny d’aquí, dolça i secreta, on els anys d’alegria són breus com una nit; on el sol és feliç, el vent és un poeta, i la boira és fidel com el meu esperit. L’Orient hi deixà la seva sang de roses, la mitja lluna càlida del seu…

To the God of Pain – Sarojini Naidu (1879 – 1949)

  I was thinking of you Anna D when I came across this poem. Hope your day is going well.   Unwilling priestess in thy cruel fane*, Long hast thou held me, pitiless god of Pain, Bound to thy worship by reluctant vows, My tired breast girt with suffering, and my brows Anointed with perpetual…

Guadalupe Teresa Amor Schmidtlein (1918 – 2000)

Viejas raíces empolvadas Por Pita Amor Son mis viejas raíces empolvadas la extraña clave de mi cautiverio; atada estoy al polvo y su misterio, llevo ajenas esencias ignoradas. En mis poros están ya señaladas las cicatrices de un eterno imperio; el polvo en mí ha marcado su cauterio, soy víctima de culpas olvidadas. En polvorienta…

Stones

The wood fairies turned this bear into stone out of mischief or is it an elephant on its side?). The beauty of river rocks…

Ship them off to Siberia…

Once in a while, a class discussion finds itself on thin ice. Literature opens doors to far away realms and so a perfectly sensible children’s story about the pitfalls of being a young entrepreneur presented us with the line “…better still all such children should be shipped to Siberia”. The protagonist morosely utters these words…