The deeper I go, the more I don’t know.  Simon’s art and text are satisfying, but I race along in his blog post as if I were scanning some clickbait.  No, it does not deserve that.  So I translated his piece into cinema (text and music and voiceover in the second example). Much more true…

Here is  Sheri’s poem,  “Lost” Lost Lost Not in life Not in the woods But in thought In grief In solitude For solace From the whisper of the wind From the coo of the mourning dove From the buzz of busy bugs From the hug of the moment Wrapping calm, soothing sorrow, Gathering nature’s courage…

  [gallery size="medium" ids="8546,8547"]   The Last Rose of Summer Purple asters  and  purple obedient  duke it out  in our garden for the title:  the last rose of summer. I got those asters  fifteen years ago from an office assistant  in the English Department  my first semester of teaching at university.   It is leggy  and…