A Summer’s Day

A Summer’s Day

  Eternal Swans by Jason Christopher http://jason-christopher.pixels.com/featured/eternal-swans-jason-christopher.html   A brief cold shiver shrugs of Winter chill sighs and cries.. . a moment  to say a caring message yet someone dropped those words words can feel heavy so very heavy someone spoke to say something falling endlessly they couldn’t speak nor say, forsaking words and losing balance as they fumbled over into voids of silence those clumsy words we hold and throw and catch and share… not one word was found to speak Along the path someone past her by she…

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The Accidental Art Safari

The Accidental Art Safari

True to her word, our guide arrives and we begin a private tour of the life of Robert Henri. Immediately I am chagrined to discover nearly everything I thought I knew about Henri’s early life, is dead wrong. It seems, as many of us have, I have taken my idea of his life from the novel Son of a Gambling Man [Sandoz]. It is true, his father, John J. Cozad, was a gambler and founder of the town of Cozad, Nebraska, which is where the resemblance begins and ends.

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Pond of Winter

Pond of Winter

Beneath a sheet of ice Winter was kinder… still. I shivered. Yet the birds froze and could not swim nor fish for fish like the koi – the carp I was… I looked up and thought of other fish in frozen ponds… “I feel safer in winter” as I shivered and shivered but knowing Summer might kill me, burning drought and hungry birds still I shivered in the pond of Winter Brrrruh as a bird froze… © Jason Christopher 2016 climate of change

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Art? What’s up with that?

Art?  What’s up with that?

If art is to nourish the roots of our culture, society must set the artist free to follow his vision wherever it takes him. John F. Kennedy John F Kennedy said that society must set the artist free to follow his vision wherever it takes him but who, and what, is an artist and art? Every forum I have ever been on has had this question thrown up at one time or another and some of the answers are … well just strange. Since time immemorial we have drawn. We…

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Newtopian World

Newtopian World

  Newtopia, a place for you and me tickets are free, within your hearts for pristine seas and purest air and peaceful days It might take a ressurection… of the human spirit! Yet all things are possible when we swim in coral reefs and the fish are angels in the marine aqua blue and turqiouse greens that ripple endlesly and the nights glow… a moon light sheen And mermaids sing a distant song of peace and tranquility.. . for the desperate needs of failing humanity.. .  (c) Jason Christopher 2015…

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What a Load of Crap

What a Load of Crap

Many years ago, not sure how many but rather a lot anyway, houses had holes under them and a small lid over the hole.  These may well have been the first toilets and this was in a time called The Ancient World.  This was probably as most hunters know to bury their toilet waste and so when they had houses, this is what they did. Scroll forward slightly to Ancient Egypt and I was surprised to find they had real toilets in their homes.  Even poor houses had wooden stools…

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Today is Philanthropy Day

Today is Philanthropy Day

Today is philanthropy day.  Did you know? It seems relevant that it should be after what has been happening around the world. The very word, philanthropy, means “love of humanity” in the sense of caring, nourishing, developing and enhancing “what it is to be human”.  Humans are made up of many facets, colours, sizes.  Caring about humanity does not depend on any race, or anything else that is created to separate us.  You can add as many labels as you wish to make you feel superior to others but, in…

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Bravest Blood

Bravest Blood

On Armistice Day and Remembrance Day: A poem Bravest Blood Gallant, the flood of poppies red Each, a soul of bravest blood A soldier armed, to give his life To fight for his nationhood Upon the fields, in deepest mud On wings, in clouds, and blazing sun Upon the waves, oh mighty ships Gallant, the noble, they fought and won! Ours the greatest, the Commonwealth The ever brave, they fought for highest life Tributes upon the blood red field Poppies honour this sacrifice… ©Jason Christopher 2015 jason-christopher.com At the 11th hour…

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From the Heart – A new 1stAngel Arts category

From the Heart – A new 1stAngel Arts category

From the heart .. a strange title for a category.  I even thought that as I was writing it in the space provided.  Invokes many feelings hopefully and I am thinking that most of you will understand it without me explaining but, of course, that is what this post is for anyway.  To introduce the new category and to invite you to follow us. Hmmm how to explain From the Heart… here goes…..when we write stories, long or short, they are often made up, but even more often based on…

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You always know what to say! How to hide shyness

You always know what to say! How to hide shyness

The other week, at the dog club where I take the pup for training, the instructor asked why we were not talking about anything when doing the mingle. (Lot of dog owners all walk in and out of each other making sure the dogs do not fight/sniff/woof and then have to come to a stop and chat to the person they are next to while the dogs settle….hopefully). Our class was mingling well, stopping and then smiling at each other, or quietly saying hi and then conversation was over. I…

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