Small Stone #30

The Wee Folk of Eilenburg Castle in Saxony celebrate a marriage.

Who Knew This Would Happen

The veil between worlds
is torn now. The small folk peer
around this corner.

January 30, 2012 7:34 AM

Small Stone #29

I Saw You On TV

Your kind touch - you lie
with me if I'm a lucky
man - oh I see stars!

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There is more than one way to read the word "lie". I intend at least two of them. :D

Small Stone #28

It Is Ever Thus

And still her children
wanted to play in the park
one more time, just one.

‎January ‎27, ‎2012 4:20 AM

Small Stone #27

Betelgeuse As Seen From A Hypothetical Planet

Due For Incineration In The Coming Storm

News Item, sometime soon: Today the star Betelgeuse, the upper left star of the constellation Orion, went supernova. It is no longer one of the largest of the red giants. Instead it is rapidly collapsing into a neutron star and the core will no longer be easily visible to the naked eye. Of course the remnant of the supernova will slowly change and fade for quite a long time. All across the world astrophysicists are having a heyday taking measures after measures. They were alerted early this morning, local time, when a storm of neutrinos and antineutrinos tripped the detectors and the source pointed back to Betelgeuse. The timing was perfect and many principle supernova observatories on the night side had time to align themselves with the upcoming event. The light began arriving just three hours later. Neutrinos come first because they are virtually massless and are not affected much by gravity or anything else. Even light must struggle to reach the surface of a star from within it because of the density and mass opposing it's travel. This is what accounts for the neutrinos' early arrival.

Of course, we must recall that Betelgeuse is some 640 light years distant and this means that the events of today are 640 years old and "actually" happened back in 1372 AD.

This evening, Astrophysicist Jeremy Pinchot wrote in his journal:

Ringing The Bell

Neutrinos sparking
in the heavy water tell
supernova tales
before the light comes
and a good thing too this is,
early news of things,
like you telling me
at long last you do love me
after all, thank God!

January 26, 2012 6:10 PM

(This post could not have happened without the nudge from Ethan Siegel and his latest post to his blog, Starts With A Bang. If you like things like this then please go there for the real thing.)

Small Stone #26

Thom writes:

"Each week, I post three words. You write something using the words. Then come back and post a link to the contribution with Mr. Linky (but please, link to the exact post, not your blog, by clicking on the exact post title and paste it to Mr. Linky below). As always, there's no hard-and-fast rule that you have to post on Wednesday."

*click here* to visit this week's Three Word Wednesday

The three words Thom chose are: Bubble, Lumber (as a verb), and Wreck (either verb or noun).

In local news:
"An elephant was spied today wandering the city's landfill. No one knows where it has come from. It is not yet determined who has jurisdiction nor what to do. Some have said that the elephant was overheard to mutter and grumble strangely as if chanting."

The Elephant's Chant

I don't know from trash,
from ash, bubble or wreck
what comes next as I
just lumber along.

Small Stones #25

Against The Wall

What will keep me kind
in the middle of the mean
sting of hot hot tears?

It's fading all too soon
looking for something more than
the rain, how it falls.



Here is a gift song from one of the women who have my heart, Dar Williams. I recommend nearly any song she has written. So here are two stones for Dar, taken as I needed and have now given back. (0) (0)

Small Stone #24

An Old Story

I have lost the fire.
Now I must push my luck back
up the stony hill.

Small Stone #23

There Was Sweet Grass

When are you coming
home? This town is dry dust now,
Please, I take it back.

********************

There. Caught up.

Small Stone #22

Weather Report

Windy and warm but
if I told you, you would not
believe me, not now.

Small Stone #21

Reminded Of John

I'm not the only
dreamer, the world as one world,
true love at the door
a stash of warm guns
puffing happy rings of smoke.

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For me the Beatles were one. John solo, Paul solo, George solo, Ringo... Even with new bands, they did not measure up to the sheer amazing genius they handed to me personally in their psychedelic years. But then I like complexity far too much, perhaps.

Bluegrass blows me away too.

However, when John was killed my heart broke in a unique way, proving how he bonded me to him in his soul and his success - and I couldn't hate his killer. I understood how John could make people crazy let alone abet pre-existing insanity.

Small Stone #20

I Need To Practice

Attachments dangle
from piercings all over me
causing dripping skin
and clouded vision.

Small Stone #19

Surviving The Black Death

To my knees, my grace
fallen into erosions
left by bugs beneath
the gripe of my crackled voice.

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I have been unable to do much other than keep myself fed and clean for most of a week. I am climbing out of the pit now.

Small Stone #18

The Gainer

This itch pulls my brain
to dive deep no matter how
much the cost may be.

Small Stone #17

Under Water

I'm gravid, drowning
in the bitter of old dreams,
pining for a bit
of the noonday sun.



Thanks to Tess Kincaid's Magpie Tales and Jason deCaires Taylor for the idea.

Small Stone #16

A Decisive Moment

I have delivered
the razor's slash as if there
was a dragon's egg.

Small Stone #15

Out Of The Fire

The play of your words,
dragon scales across the wind,
fully hot blooded.

Small Stone #14

Gardening

I received your tree,
planted a kiss in the sky,
watched it grow feathers.

Small Stone #13

The Demand

You wrote love me right
across my back, using your
index finger nail.

Small Stone #12

Double Oh Six And A Half

We got the skinny,
the whispers, rumors, sneaking
around as if spies
on the run again.

Small Stone #11

It's A Cold Morning

I approach you from behind,
you with your hand axe,
another blow shaving wood.
Your hair escapes to hang loose.

January 8, 2012 5:15 AM