Mrs Blythe looked at the buckle and spat on it. Her brow furrowed and her tongue stuck out as concentration rubbed at the brass, threatening to wear it away. Mr Blythe sighed and scooped the reins from the floor where they had slipped to yet again. ‘thats it lass’ he grimaced, holding his back as
Hello everyone, Isabella here…… For a very long time I have been sitting on the sidelines of my site, not really doing much with it My dream was it would become a real magazine for artists one day but I have come to realise that was a very outdated dream to have. There are some
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
When she first saw Alan, little did she realise how problematic this might be
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.
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
From deep within the pond the koi looked up… and through the clouds someone smiled As a ripple caught the gaze both looked deep within… (c) Jason Christopher 2016 Jason-Christopher.com
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?
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
In your meanings
we found ourselves
Over seas, we walked
guided by your hand…
Yet we failed
lost in our greed
our blinkered sight
our hatred spawns, and others’ spawned
we were fools..
until the Father found us
crying and homeless
beside a planet
we had killed
its pillaged soils
and tarnished seas
burning fires and dirtied airs…
Oh mother Earth, do you rest in peace?
Oh guiding Spirit… . .
find us, please
the rightful way
from which mankind
has surely strayed!
These fools are us, the entire, human race
Please find for us
the guiding Holy Spirit’s universal faith!
© Jason Christopher 2015
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