Think in the morning. Act in the noon. Eat in the evening. Sleep in the night.
- William BlakeBehind the Locked Door
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Poem by Think in the Morning: Where The Blood Red Huckleberry Grows
Where the blood red huckleberry growsCatspaw flounders in theForest of the dwarfOgre roams and bellowsDown the green tunicOf the ManzanitaSalal and theHundred year old spruce. Where rivers one inch wideDisturb the pattern.Man grubGrit and drub dung. Where blasts...
Poem by Think in the Morning: The Prisoner and the Fish
Manacled, distraughtThe Prisoner soughtRelief in the sea.He ate hungrily.The FishQueried, decried“Why do you eat the sea?”“Hunger,” the Prisoner replied.“Are you satisfied?”“No, too salty and thin.” The Prisoner’s arms withered.The iron cuffs dropped.Fins replaced...
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[Click on BLUE links to access the blog post from the list]Napkin Art Gallery LINKThink in the Morning now has over 447 posts. Given that we started in March of 2016, this amounts to nearly 2 posts per week. It’s getting a little unwieldy. We think many of our old...
Poem By Think in the Morning: Blakes’s Songs
I remember poetryLike it used to be,Written by a handAny child could understand.Words that don’t playBut mean what they say. What there is aboutReflects the eye without.The inner eye doth seeLocked in memoryThe ancient imagesOn all the pages. Buried in the light of...
Poem by Think in the Morning: Lament
Whispers of art speed me through the corridorsWhere ghosts recount ethereal truths and fascinations.Behind so many open doorsThe work of untold imaginations. Library, gallery, curtainThe Ship of TheseusPoe, Wilde, Fitzgerald, BergmanArt can be quite specious. Down...
Poem by Think in the Morning: What Can We Know
[Mark Eanes Studio] There is no reasonUnless the reasonWe discoverIncrementally. In the dust,Out of it,Like everything livingWe leave our mark. We growToward the light,Toward the sun,Energy seeking the highest level. We are the only ones to questionThe pull of...
Poem by Think in the Morning: The Lion (inspired by Leonard Cohen)
The Lion waits outside the doorEnticed by the smell of fresh meatWithin, the brothel whorePrepares the substance of her treat. Green eyes smilingLion claws the lock.Opening, beguilingAnswering the knock. Babylon sisterTears at his skin.Rips the mane from his...
Poem by Think in the Morning: Red in Tooth and Claw
Tennyson won’t mindIf I steal his words.So many others have done it already.But he won’t appreciateMy conclusion thatThere are no happy endings.Our inner demons ultimatelyBeat out the better angels of our natureOr so I think.Where does my pessimism come...
Poem by Think in the Morning: If Stones Could Speak
If stones could speak The asteroids would say In their squeaky voices “Look out!” The moon would drawl John Wayne style as it sauntered along. Mountains would bellow like bears, Hills hiccup. The buttes, crags and mesas would echo Words of comfort to the...
Poem by Think in the Morning: The Old Sea Gull Cellar Bar
The genius of the original Sea Gull Cellar Bar,The one before the fire,Was that when in positionThe bartender could hear the front doorBut not see itAnd those who enteredInto the dark interiorHad to wait for their eyes to adjustBefore they could find their wayThrough...
Poem by Think in the Morning: Three Deer
Three deer eat in the mowed meadowTasting the flavor of gasoline and grass.I see them out of the glass windowAnd watch the wind furl their coats.They eat hungrily.The gasoline will kill them eventually.We have come by the way of the winding highwayStopped by...
Short Fiction – The Heisenberg Cut – Behind The Locked Door, Lost Chapter
“Superposition” is the word physicists use to emphasize that the electron exists in a combination of all positions, with a particular amplitude for each one. Quantum reality is a wave function; classical positions and velocities are merely what we are able to observe...