Click, Hold on, Click

Within the last frame

Still bringing into focus

The eyes on the prize

After Going Downtown ...

There is an eagle

Who builds upon the mountain

A nest for the rising

Takes the Cake

Your flour my eggs

Spoon and bowl engaged apace

Heat and time create

Joseph Aquilla Thompson

The lion doth fall

In billows of light and dust

Night birds sing o'er

fora do sertão

Winds through balmy palms
Draw words from water and fulfill

Swells of root and bloom

CED, Jr., after Aquilla, Priscilla et al in Corinth, 28 November 11

Yes I feel the sting
So slow to heal now out from
Under his stilled wings

voltas e mais voltas

alegria na
saudade saudade na

a alegria

7 de fevereiro

volta do meu
coracão completo
é o circolo

Anna Margherita, ontem e hoje

A red-cape-ed girl
Strands of winding, binding gold

Still her hand to hold

Ginny's Favorite Hippie

He could think, wait, fast
Pray, grow and wear his hair long
Sic demonstrandum?

... serve the living, remember the dead ...
Jim Pickens, 1948 - 2012

Pre-PostuLaunch

Oh Great Missenden
We too will join with you soon
In our missing them