A flying attitude

“I never hear the word ‘escape’
Without a quicker blood,
A sudden expectation,
A flying attitude.”

~ Emily Dickinson

Photo by Richard Fogg

I dwell in possibility

Bright Shining as the Sun–Kindle Vella Author Notes

Episode 1: Is it presumptuous for me to speak for Jake in writing this tale? Possibly. But his story has been rattling around in my heart for ages. I lost faith when my mother died at the age of 59. A generous hard-working woman, she’d suffered through surgery and chemo for colon cancer about ten years before she died, and received regular treatments of a harsh maintenance drug during that decade. Then, over the course of a year, lung cancer claimed her. Did I accept her medical prognosis and death? No. I still don’t. She deserved more time; so much more joy. As does Jake. As do so many.

As for me, I’ll end this maudlin note with a quote from Emily Dickinson who once said, “I dwell in possibility.” Here’s to possibilities for us all.

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It has a sting

Hope is the thing

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Photo by Richard Fogg

Hope is the thing with feathers
That perches in the soul,
And sings the tune without the words,
And never stops at all.
~ Emily Dickinson

How the old Mountains drip with Sunset

Longs ss 7

Photo by Richard Fogg

How the old Mountains drip with Sunset
How the Hemlocks burn—
How the Dun Brake is draped in Cinder
By the Wizard Sun—

How it is Night—in Nest and Kennel—
And where was the Wood—
Just a Dome of Abyss is Bowing
Into Solitude—
~ Emily Dickinson.

There is another sky

Elk sky

Photo by Richard Fogg

There is another sky,
Ever serene and fair,
And there is another sunshine,
Though it be darkness there…

Never mind faded forests,
Never mind silent fields –
Here is a little forest,
Whose leaf is ever green.
~ Emily Dickinson.

The Robin is the One

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Photo by Richard Fogg

The robin is the one
That interrupts the morn
With hurried, few, express reports
When March is scarcely on.

The robin is the one
That overflows the noon
With her cherubic quantity,
An April but begun.

The robin is the one
That speechless from her nest
Submits that home and certainty
And sanctity are best.

~ Emily Dickinson

Bashful and the Bee

 

Apotheosis by Emily Dickinson

B buz bfly

Photo by Richard Fogg

Come slowly, Eden!
Lips unused to thee,
Bashful, sip thy jasmines,
As the fainting bee,

Reaching late his flower,
Round her chamber hums,
Counts his nectars — enters,
And is lost in balms!