say “YES” to cartoons


It’s the birthday of cartoonist B. Kliban

born in Connecticut (1935).

He once drew a cartoon in which a man is walking along the street with a walking stick and a cravat and shades, accompanied by two beautiful women,

while a policeman kicks people out of the way,

shouting, “Out of the way, you swine.

A cartoonist is coming!”
Poetry Almanac Jan 1,2021

New Year’s
by Dana Gioia

Let other mornings honor the miraculous.
Eternity has festivals enough.
This is the feast of our mortality,
The most mundane and human holiday.
On other days we misinterpret time,
Pretending that we live the present moment.
But can this blur, this smudgy in-between,
This tiny fissure where the future drips
Into the past, this flyspeck we call now
Be our true habitat? The present is
The leaky palm of water that we skim
From the swift, silent river slipping by.
The new year always brings us what we want
Simply by bringing us along—to see
A calendar with every day uncrossed,
A field of snow without a single footprint.

Dana Gioia, “New Year’s” from Interrogations at Noon, Graywolf Press. © Dana Gioia.

New Years Eve


A light in the dark-

A beacon to lead you on-



RedCloak WizardJeanne

Cosmic being
created unique
God’s daughter
life-giving spirit.

created unique
born of heaven
mystical child.

God’s daughter
heir with Christ
divine child.

life-giving spirit
in death, eternity
and judgement.

This is Paul’s description of Christ and his brothers and sisters as described by Reza Aslan in his book:The Zealot.

Tongue Twister #41 Intimacy

Photo by Seth Snap


Into me see

Into you see.

Into God see.

Into destiny

Hu mil i ty
Third eye-see.

Glory be!
To see ‘n be free!

Become Your Father


“Every child is an artist. The problem is how to remain an artist after one grows up.”
Pablo Picasso
1 Peter 1:24:
“All our greatness is like a flower that droops and falls; but the Word of the Lord will last forever: Jesus, the Living Christ!”

Look within
Locate your light!
Nurture it!


When you fade
Open the portal
To eternity

Your Father
Soul song!



My feet tell me
from the horizontal:
“TIME to arise”.
They stretch to the morning lavabo
And balance down the stairs
Checking minutes left
Responsibilities attended to.

TIME matters.
I proportion it strategically
To balance the duet  I play
With my chosen significants
Also grounded
In the rise and fall of sunlight
Each day.

TIME treats me well
When I count on it to forward me
Round and round
Dimension to dimension
Stepping to ETERNITY.

Jeanne Poland
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