letter to Earth

Dear planet Earth,
Your inhabitants are ferocious, especially the civilized ones who should know better than to do some of the bad things they do. Why are you like this? Do you have some undiscovered race living in the deepest darkest parts of the oceans who have need only of the heat of your mantle for survival and who abide there until things on the surface become a bit more hospitable? Are you training them down there in your womb, a secret sect, to cleanse us sun-worshippers of our disrespectful ways? Sometimes I hope so. But we're not all bad out here on the periphery. One of the civilized recently figured out where some of the missing matter of the universe can be found. She didn't even leave your surface to do it, either. We make up some wild stories. What are the stories like of the mantle-people? Do they have ex-ray vision? The reindeer people on the North Crust are able to see in U.V.. Your wonders are many Earth. Long may you spin.
5m5 (a fan)

hair-bird pigeon-camera

Some time has passed since the last posting but you probably wouldn't know it. The amount of time between inspirational flashes or even doggedly determined forays into the realm of creative writing has been reduced to a slight downward twitching of your finger. A funny quote made its way into the old factory recently, but I can't remember the quoted person. Here it is anyway, non verbatim -which is to say, in paraphrase.
The art of writing is like the ability to wear a toupee: some people can make it work, some cannot. Writing poetry is like wearing a toupee in a hurricane.
It may be time to revel in having a full head of hair. I believe it is time to grow it out a bit, before it starts to thin and fall out. The wee boy has such a tuft of curls, it is inspiring. And I have a strange urge to make members of the family (or fim-fam, if you like) into a team with certain shared, matching visual elements.
There you have it. News from space!

thinking

You can't take it back, and you can't take it with you. All things become incorporeal in the eyes of death. But the value of each living moment also reveals itself, and gives you what you need to continue on.