tale of memories

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Luke,

Have you ever thought why we could still remember the time when you threw Ken’s sandal into a small pond nearby the little wood in our hometown?

I can perfectly picture his cranky face—and then both of you ran after each other, until one of you falling on the ground and I had a good laugh to watch both your mud-smeared faces. Silly boys.

It was twenty years ago.

Eventhough we might have forgot lots of memories (oh, sometimes I feel glad that we have a chance to forget about the bad ones), there’s some part we always remember.

Isn’t it amazing, that the tiny part of childhood memory can show up, even after decades? I am not an expert of human brain physiology—or any part of the body, to be honest. Later I learn that brain store the memory with its magic ability to do its job.

Why do…

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Lionfish in Port Antonio, Jamaica

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ATB

lionfishAsh Wednesday is a holiday in Jamaica. My husband and I spent the day diving in Port Antonio, on the northeast coast of Jamaica, with friends. It’s a good place to spear lionfish. We caught 3 big ones and a few smaller ones and handed them over to a local who has become our cook on the Blue Lagoon beach–yes, it’s the beach in the titular film–when we visit.

Lionfish, an invasive species outside of Asia, makes for an excellent seafood dish. This time, our cook grilled the fish with a dressing of margarine, scotch bonnett, and green pepper. The morning was cloudy, but, as usual in Jamaica, the sun came out and made the green of the land and the blue of the ocean pop. We sat on the shore and dug into our dishes, warming up from the dives and enjoying the bounty of the day.

Illustration by…

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Sahara By Diane Castiglioni (Where I Live Poetry & Photography Series)

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Silver Birch Press

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SAHARA
By Diane Castiglioni

In the desert
this condition laid bare
stripped of pretense
deprived of case
the veils sundered
awareness brought to the edge of
insanity
for its clarity
near purity of need
absolute dependence
on this order
this composition
this near impossible
traverse
hairline width for deviation
an atom’s breath for dissention
“lighted fools the way to dusty death”
this craving
this delicate precision
here
in this place of

infinite need for shadow
demands
the presence of
slakes the thirst of

the courage required
necessitates the presence of strength
in extreme balance
like life itself to be wrought so
multitudes of sequence, proportion, levels,
relative, absolute perfection

yet

another place another time

crimson sunsets
and warm climes
the taste of sand
and burnt sirocco
roaming caravans
your sunsoft skin
and miles and miles to go………………………

NOTE FROM THE AUTHOR: This poem was written while living in Morocco, traveling…

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In the Modern Art Gallery

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Elizabeth Longwill

This is a sketch from a couple of years ago and unfortunately I can’t remember where I did it! Galleries are great for people watching as well as art. Modern art can be confusing at the best of times and it is interesting to see how people react to it. Of course the context of having something displayed in a gallery changes it into an “artwork”, sometimes outside of that space it might not be considered or observed as art. I will never know whether the carefully placed buckets and drips coming from the roof in the Modern Art Gallery in Prague was down to a leaky roof or whether it was an installation!

In the Modern Art Gallery In the Modern Art Gallery

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“Where are the snows of yesteryear?”

John Knifton

Over the centuries, the weather can often be extreme, and some amazingly strange things have happened. In 1110, nearly a thousand years ago, Nottingham experienced a terrifying earthquake. Bizarrely, the River Trent dried up for several hours, presumably as it drained into, and then eventually filled up, a huge new crack in the ground that it had created somewhere upstream.

In the Nottingham of 1682, extremely low temperatures lasted from September until February of the next year. Shortages of coal, wood and food were caused by difficulties in the transport system, and  the fields, roads and rivers were all frozen up. The Trent, for example, was completely impossible to navigate throughout the entire period of the freeze.

It was equally cold in 1855 when a cricket match was played on the frozen River Trent. The victors roasted, and ate, the greater part of a whole sheep without the ice either melting or giving…

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