Because I go to school so far away from New Jersey I cannot be in all of the pictures that I used to – there is no first day of school picture of me in my driveway, or pre-egg hunt in my pajamas, and a few others I am missing from as well – but that hasn’t stopped me ...
Still haunt the red hills of clay The blood moon rises slowly Stained forever with the names Born here in this agony Lived in tortured pain The mist is slowly rolling Over battle fields and graves Blood, pain and glory Is all that can remain The screams of the dying Echo in my brain I...
where the crane flutters round them with its long wings,and the pelican watches them from the branches of the mimosa.The luxuriant herbage is tram- pled down,crushed by the feet of elephants.A troop of negroes are returning from a market in the interior of the...
Clay & Pots – My Kitchen Witch Hidden in the Woods – Heaven’s Sunshine Balance Weekly Photo Challenge – Heritage Moroccan Rug of Dreams – mokita dreams Ouch!! My back hurts!! Heritage Boat Assosiation Colonialist’s Blog A Farming Heritage Heritage : Stone House – CrimsnMacchiat...
But you can’t reallyargueagainst the results of a finite element analysis or what have you. All you can do is run another finite element analysis, get different results from the team that did the first one, and say “huh, the computer spat out a different result this this”. ...
fire and flowers,the winding night, the universe.And I, infinitesimal being,drunk with the great starryvoid,likeness, image ofmystery,felt myself a pure partof the abyss,I wheeled with the stars,my heart broke loose on the wind.Leaning Into The Afternoons -Pablo NerudaLeaning into the aftern...
The donkey treads on the green laurels and enjoys the barren thistle among heaps of rubbish. To this spot, from which the Roman eagles once flew out over the world, and came, saw, and conquered, an entrance now leads through a humble little house, built of clay, and wedged between two...
she grew from potter to sculptor: Molding clay and wax left over from our flights, she cast our grapplings in bronze and displayed them at one-woman shows. Me? I only finished and first-performed my three-hour modern epic to music (the genes of my father’s ...
Be worthy of the aroma of bread and summer flowers, for your mother’s clay oven is still lit, each loaf a warm greeting.—Mahmoud Darwish I have learned and dismantled all the words in order to construct a single word: Home.—Mahmoud Darwish ...