Drowning in a Collection of Rumi and looking to my ear know Now I am no Poet Empty words. Spilled pixels lashed to frozen vessels sailing seas of impossibilities in Doldrums of inferiority No More #smallpoems
To the Mable who will Grace our Table I thank thee for your life I will savor your sacrifice with' each slice of the knife You lived quite nights on Ekonk Hill and I honor you for the bountiful fill #smallpoems
Just saw the Lenape Land Acknowledgement. Moving. I would like to acknowledge the land where we will gather in this time of thanks was once, and still is, inhabited by the Wangunks, the Mohegans and the Nehantics who called the land “Machimoodus,” the place of noises.
Table set for #Thanksgiving. Turkey been brining for three days. About to hit the oven. To everyone with an empty place setting for family we can’t visit or to those taken to early stay strong and share memories. https://t.co/xNl92RCapr
I figured out my workflow having two different http://micro.blog accounts and not wanting to sign and check emails. I use two Android apps. One for each account. On desktop the http://micro.blog app and the Browser
Discovered barre chords. Wow where you been since March? Sounds so much richer. I can move chords up and down the fret board now. https://learnplayuke.com/the-barre-chord-necessities/ but really it was this video that turned me on https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JgoQNda-0-U
#smallpoems Keep your hopes and dreams Works for you, fine Me and mine More philosophy of Wu No hope. Only grind. Not dreams but schemes to the ways and means Keen on CREAM Build our reality. No remorse. No maladies. Just a course of Formalities. Our vision isn't Wishin to gather at hope's heatless hearth But spark a flame Seen miles from this Earth.