The stag horn and the thorn.
The blood and the flood.
The rose and the crow.
The taste and space.
The touch and clutch.
The ice and the dice.
The eye and the sky.
The ear and the deer.
Life: An Open Mind Poem
Astral – Feathers of Light
Branches and Seeds – Silver Moon Reach
Trunk – Living Stone, Faery Door and Ring
Roots – Proceeding in Mother’s Shadow
Fruit – Circle of Golden Elixir
Flower – Perfumed Dust of Life
Leaf – Green Veins and Shade
“She built an empire on artificial ground…”
Should Howe be thrown in a cell for her role in the local bus system’s near demise? Do the elected board members over the years bear any responsibility? Do you use the bus to get around Clatsop County? Don’t be shy, on this issue or any other that you feel is important. If something in the Daily A, or HIPFiSH, or any other news source you have access to, gets your goose, let the Upper Left Edge be one way that you express your opinion and weigh in on the matter.
Untitled Moments
She sobs like the storm clouds,
Loudly. Never ending. Rocking, rocking,
in the wash of the open faced, omniscient moon; with each tear,
it magnifies her (un) placed (un) heavenly beauty, reminding the God of
Eternity. For only a moment.
Here’s to a thriving hive
I found this video during a quick internet fly-over. Some instinct moved me to bring it home and share it, not just with select friends and family — in standard online fashion — but for the betterment of a whole community website.
Where the Sidewalk Endsby Shel Silverstein
Yes we’ll walk with a walk that is measured and slow,
And we’ll go where the chalk-white arrows go,
For the children, they mark, and the children, they know
The place where the sidewalk ends.
In memory of Earl Scruggs
Here’s a great video clip in memory of Earl Scruggs. Thank God for that laid-back lightening twang he gave to the world.
Trails over Arcadia Beach
Photo taken at Arcadia Beach and posted on our facebook page by the North Oregon Coast Anti-Chemtrail Alliance.