“I now realize that life held a divine purpose, for shoving me into places that were as changeable as the wind. In between the floundering of then and now, the eyes of fate were following me–watching, always watching with narrowing glances. Now, having given deep thought to life’s offerings, I realize that everything that happened should have happened.” -Gordon Parks (1912-2006), from “No Apologies” Pebble Pond, (2012)
“A thing of beauty is a joy for ever: Its loveliness increases; it will never Pass into nothingness; but still will keep A bower quiet for us, and a sleep Full of sweet dreams, and health, and quiet breathing.” -John Keats (1795-1821), from “A Thing of Beauty” Man in the Moon, (2012)
“Love’s mysteries in souls do grow But yet the body is his book And if some lover, such as we, Have heard this dialogue of one, Let him still mark us, he shall see Small change when we’re to bodies gone.” -John Donne (1572-1631), from “The Ecstasy” Mary and Warrior, (2012) The image above subsequently appeared in the January 2013 issue of Tiferet Journal.
“Don’t forget, mister, I’m not just a bimbo with a helium voice. I’m no rococo parvenu pillhead. I’ve read your Rilke, your Montesquieu. Really, I’m not as dumb as I look. Or maybe I am.” -Barbara Hamby, from “Betty Boop’s Bebop” Farewell to the Roaring Twenties, (2009)
Sometimes, when her mind is crystal clear, like the first lung-piercing breath of fresh air on a late winter’s morning, the streets blanketed in snow, dawn breaking cold and grey, her skin frozen to the touch, and nostril hairs stiff as tiny pokers, she realizes she should probably move someplace warmer. Winter Tree, © 2012 by Gina Marie Lazar Lovrencevic. All rights reserved.