Entries from blogs tagged with “K10 accident”

Casey Anthony: how much should she pay?

Casey Anthony will likely be released from prison this morning having served almost three years while awaiting trial for homicide of two year old daughter Kaylee.

The Anthony case outraged people previous to and during the trial, but the outcome of the trial has only served to heighten public emotion.

Casey was found guilty of four counts of lying. Jury members have stated that doesn't mean they feel she is innocent of the homicide as accused.

Numerous states have restitution; a process where victims and judicial systems recoup cost of the pricey process involved in the slow turning wheels of justice (likely the wheels many victims feel they've been run over by).

Is it fair for a young woman to be saddled the remainder of her life for costs incurred for her persecution and prosecution? Even when she was found guilty of the lesser of the charges?

Should she be charged based on the amount she earns, or based on a percentage of the lesser charge of which she was found guilty?

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Casey Anthony found guilty on four counts of lying.

In a court case that has captivated not only our nation, but the rest of the world, taken control of top news channels for years, and made everyone hate rather than feel empathy for a young mother who lost a daughter, it is shocking to hear it's all over.

The jury is in and Casey is out - of trouble that is. She can receive up to one year of prison time for each of the four counts of lying she's been found guilty of. I'm guessing she's served almost three years already.

What are your thoughts about the verdict? Do you feel Casey's father should go on trial for the numerous and horrendous crimes her defense team accused him of?

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It’s a fourth of July song title and lyric game: whatever comes to mind!

4th of July means different things and brings different memories to each of us. For some, memory of a watermelon seed spitting contest with cousins from Nebraska, while sitting on the corner of Scott St. in Bird City, Kansas, at your favorite aunt and uncle's house come to mind. Man, I can smell those burgers grilling now! I helped make the deviled eggs.

The low humidity and constant winds of NW Kansas made goose bumps appear on our arms. Or was it the excitement of being together with family, chasing each other blindly around the corner of the house, too much caffeine consumed in soda pop and Aunt Doris's brownies with fudge frosting? I've always loved the smell of sulfur.

This song title and lyric game is about memories you associate with the 4th of July. Your song may be about hot weather, picnic items, fireworks, getting burned, your favorite family member, going to the lake, a hot kiss under a canopy of exploding colors while mother nature flashed her own show of heat lightning in the distance. Whatever your memories, post a song title, lyrics if they hold special meaning, and please do share a link. One song per post, please.

Happy fourth of July - may this one some day be a song worthy memory!

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Elote: a new twist on an old favorite. Corn fed for the 4th of July

Eating an ear of corn on July 4th is almost as traditional as the inclusion of apple pie, ice cream, watermelon and those grilled brauts, burgers and steaks.

I'm not a huge fan of corn: there are too many green red or purple vegetables that supersede in my opinion. But there is a new cob in town that I've just heard about, and I like it a lot.

Recipe for Elote (common street fare in Mexico)

4 fresh ears corn on the cob ( go ahead and double it) 4 tablespoons mayo - or olive oil 1/2 cup Monterrey jack, feta or a combo 2 teas chili powder 2 tablespoons lime juice salt and pepper to taste

Roast or boil corn, mix chili powder, salt and pepper. Coat ears of corn with mayo or olive oil then sprinkle cheese on. Sprinkle all over with chili powder mixture, add lime juice to taste.  (I used Parmesan))

(Corn has a bad name because it is a starchy veggie, but it is worthy of any meal. 75 calories. 15 gram carbs., 2 grams protein, 1 gram fat and 2 grams fiber. )

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Kansas Authors Club Writers’ Retreat: Saturday, July 9th, features Kansas poet laureate Caryn Mirriam-Goldberg

I found out about the Kansas Authors Club accidentally last October. Am I ever glad I did. I was fortunate to find out about it before the annual convention (which just happened to be held in Lawrence) took place instead of after-wards, which is usually my luck and style. Now local District Two is hosting their first writers' retreat to be held Saturday, July 9th, at The Lumberyard Arts Center, 718 High St., Baldwin, Kansas, from 9 a.m. to 5 p.m.

Although I haven't been to a writers' retreat before, I have had an opportunity to take inspiring writing classes from Caryn Mirriam-Goldberg. If anyone can draw creativity out of a person, she is the one able to do so. Goldberg will give a presentation, 'Finding Our Ground: Writing As An Emotional, Spiritual and Artistic Practice' from 9:30 a.m. - 11:30 a.m.

Gordon Kessler, member District Two, will present, 'Publishing Your e-book' from 1:00 - 2:30 p.m.

In addition, there will be a grab and write activity where attendees pick characters and plot ideas at random for inspiration and sharing later that afternoon druing a read around.

If you're interested in attending, please contact me via ronda@sunflower.com for registration information. The fee for the full day event is $50.00 in advance or $60.00 at the door (please contact us to assure space availability).

Come be inspired, network, create, relax, and have a genuinely amazing time. Nothing takes you out of the stress of everyday living as much as writing it away. Who knows, you may decide you want to join Kansas Authors Club!

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Kansas Arts in Crisis: Kansas Citizens for the Arts meets, Lawrence Arts Center, Thursday, June 16th, 2:30 - 5:00 p.m.

At a time when discussion focuses on more money spent on police, my response is less police, more poetry!

The state of Kansas is in a literary crisis with the recent funding veto for the Kansas Arts Commission, but that's old news.

Caryn Mirriam Goldberg, Kansas poet laureate, July 1, 2009 through June 30, 2012, isn't about to let that stop her from carrying forward with her mission to bring the arts to as many Kansans as she can.

"My mission is to help lift up the poetic power of language through reading and writing throughout our state, and along with that, to do several programs throughout my three year term."

A few of Goldberg's programs:

Poetry Across Kansas: a program combining writing workshops, public readings, and training for people within a community to lead ongoing effective and community building writing circles.

Readings and workshops at varied venues and populations include: schools, colleges, libraries, community and arts centers, festivals and conferences, as well as special events. In Goldberg's own words, "One of my main focuses is leading writing workshops that hep people express and develop (for younger people) and/or recover and enhance (adults and elders) their innate voice, write and share their truths, and find how writing in community can help us live with greater meaning."

Goldberg, a cancer survivor, has facilitated workshops extensively in the cancer community as well as for children, teens, adults in transition, people living with disabilities and/or serious illness, and people of various faiths.

Poetry Month Programs for April include a Poetry Penpal Project, the Kansas Poem in Your Pocket Project, and weekly writing contests. (trust me when I tell you no one spurs your creativity better than Goldberg)

Her position as poet laureate also means she creates poems for special events. She brought poet laureates from all over the nation to Lawrence this spring for a National Convergence, and she initiated a Midwestern Convergence in 2010.

When asked how the lack of an organization and funding will affect her future endeavors Caryn replies, "it is significant and is not going to stop me."

Caryn, who adds that the position takes a significant amount of time, has had to cut back on other ways she makes a living, and even when being paid has donated a part of her time.

Caryn's hope for the meeting tomorrow, "...I will put my energy into working with others to align the poet laureate program with another organization, likely the emerging new state arts organization that I'm hoping will come out of the June 16th meeting."

She would like to see a transparent and fair process for choosing the next poet laureate, a review committee assembled for that task, and also the excellent criteria of the KAC carried forward for the selection process.

Thursdays meeting, June 16th, 2:30 p.m. - 5:00 p.m., is open to the public - 940 New Hampshire St., Lawrence, Kansas. The Kansas Citizens for the Arts can be reached at kansascitizens@gmail.com Parties interested in attending may RSVP to that address as well as submit suggestions or offers of assistance should you be unable to attend.

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Memorial Day: 2011 ‘Rose Petals’

Don't forget to honor your loved ones this Memorial Day. Share your stories of joy and despair over the ones who no longer remain; many of whom gave their lives so we might be among family and friends today doing life's simple pleasures: barbecuing, visiting loved ones, attending to grave sites. Shed your tears, share your tears - don't forget to smile in remembrance of a life once lived and your own human experience.

Rose Petals

Rose petals once clutched against heaving chest

now faded pink, crumpled in an envelope

wedged among cedar chips.

A bottomless chest of drawers where she'd

gone to allow tears to flow - transcending

days, months and years. Falling from such depths

as they splashed among birth certificates, passports,

a tiny tiff of her own hair amongst memorials.

Not forgotten, never forgotten, placed aside

so they wouldn't be trampled by life's little stuff.

A reminder of a life too fragile to live

yet so enormous it produced black clouds,

bitter fighting ending in divorce.

He retreated after lashing out,

blaming her for not feeling it as it died.

She felt the struggling within

the day before she found sprinkles

of violent red on her panties - of which she never spoke.

What good could it have done then or after all these years?

She imagines how life might have been, regrets few,

enough emotion within to make her pause and recollect

hope and dreams that died so long ago.

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Baby Storm: Is gender freedom abuse or blessing?

The Today Show had an interesting discussion this morning about a Canadian born baby, Storm, whose parents decided not to disclose gender. Apparently there are only seven people who know the sex of the four month old infant. These include the obvious; doctors, mother and father, two and five year old male siblings and a family friend.

Jayme Poisson, journalist for the Toronto Star, recently broke the story after spending a few days with the family. David Stocker and Kathy Whitterick of Toronto, Canada, made the decision to keep the sexual identity of their newborn a secret after parenting experiences (some would say experiments) with their two older children. Jazz and Kio, are allowed to wear pink, dress as girls, wear their hair long, and grow and play in other 'nonconventional' ways.

It appears this flexibility is already shaping the eldest child in some not so positive ways - he has asked to attend a private school because other children ask why he wears pink and dresses differently. Whether he will be more accepted in a private school remains to be seen.

How much are we shaped by the world around us, our families, our own sexual identities? How far would you go in allowing your child to be non stereotypical?

Although the overwhelming response has been one of outrage and the opinion that this is much more about the parents than it is about the good of their children, the question remains - is it possible to grow up happier without an assigned sexual gender?

Dr. Harold Koplewicz, leading child and adolescent psychiatrist, says no. "....an infant is not born as a clean slate...we can't pretend there are no differences between the sexes...." Koplewicz insists keeping secrets of any type are confusing and negative to a child's self esteem. In this case, not only would 'genderless' four month old Storm be harmed, but expectations from the parents for the two siblings of Storm to keep this secret is harmful as well.

What are your thoughts? How progressive should parents be in assisting their children in being whomever they want to be, regardless of sex?

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Lawrence earthcare celebration: Saturday, April 16th - READ-OUT, SING-OUT, ACT-OUT, DANCE-OUT FOR EARTHCARE

What have you done for Mother Earth lately? Oh come on, give it some thought! I know you've inhaled her multitude of enticing aromas, been stunned by the vast colors and beauty she dons, then flaunts daily (seemingly minute by minute it changes), and you've likely had a chance to get your hands buried in her luxurious soil this spring.

Earth Day is celebrated April 22, but Lawrence, Beth Schultz and area business and planning committees are getting an early start. So come on and get out and join us for:

READ-OUT, SING-OUT-,SPEAK-OUT, ACT-OUT, DANCE-OUT FOR EARTHCARE:

eastside of South Park:

9:00 a.m. Opening, followed by Sarah Hill Nelson - Presentation

9:10 Soka Gakai (International - Dramatic Presentation)

9:20 Loring Henderson - reading

9:30 Ronda Miller (at random) Poetry reading

9:40 John Poertner - reading

9:50 Beth Schultz - reading Mary Oliver poems

10:00 Saunny - Presentation

10:10 Thad Holcomb - Bonhoeffer Presentation

10:20 Jason Herring - Ecojustice Concerns

10:30 Jason Herring - Ecojustice Concerns

10:40 Chip Taylor - Monarch Watch

10:50 _ 12:00 EARTHDAY PARADE

12:10 p.m. David Hann - Story

12:20 Roger Martin - Reading

12:30 David Ohle - Reading

12:40 Laura Calwell - Kansas Riverkeeper

12:50 Joe Douglas - Music

1:00 Elm Dance, led by Joan Stone

1:10 Elm Dance, led by Joan Stone

1:20 Joan Stone - Grass Variations Dance

1:30 Dan Bentley - Bioregionalist Reading

1:40 Mike Caron - Native American Stories

1:50 Kirsten Bosnak - Reading

2:00 Haskell Springer - Reading

2:10 Prairie Moon 5th and 6th Grade Presentation

2:20 Connor Chestnut - Music

2:30 Closing, Singing Kansas State Song: "Home On the Range"

We hope to see you at the Earthday events this Saturday!

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Author Joseph Harrington discusses amneoir, “Things Come On”, live at 1:00 p.m., Tuesday, April 12th

I love reading memoirs; although I have never been a history lover, there is something about the personal nature of a memoir that I can relate to. Memoirs have always been a blend of historical and personal in my mind, but in Harrington's latest book, "Things Come On", there has been a third, perhaps even fourth, dimension utilized that makes it a more difficult read. Still, it is well worth it.

Harrington has created the term 'amneoir' to describe an extremely personal account of the death of his mother, due to breast cancer, when he was twelve years old - he was ten when she was diagnosed. Set in the same time period as Watergate and the fall of the Nixon administration, Harrington weaves in and out of a distorted sense of reality. He mixes the investigation of Watergate and the Nixon administration with medical records, memories of his mother's diagnosis, and incidental, random happenings that stand out in the mind of a child during such a tragic loss.

Amneoir, a combining of amnesia with memoir, is a fitting term for such a tribute for Harrington's mother. Who hasn't found themselves blurring reality with fantasy and/or historical events during such profound emotional upheaval?

Harrington uses a unique blend of writing styles (referred to as multi-media, image-text, or transgenre), throughout. He incorporates not only prose and poetry, but documents, testimony and haunting drawings and diagrams.

"Things Come On", is THEE selection for your summer book club. It will take you back to poignant times you've experienced. Although it isn't a book you'll likely read in one setting; it is too profound and unsettling for that, you will absolutely want to read it, and then read it again.

Joseph will be on site from 1:00 - 2:00 p.m. today to answer questions about his book, which can be purchased at The Raven (8 E. 7th Street), and Jayhawk Inc., in the Student Union. He will be reading selections from his book tomorrow, Wednesday, April 13th, at Jayhawk Ink (formerly Oread Books), level 2 of the Kansas Union, from 4:00 p.m. until 5:30 p.m., where you may purchase a book and have Joseph personalize it for you.


(Joseph Harrington is Associate Professor and Director of Graduate Studies at the Department of English, University of Kansas, Lawrence, Kansas)

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April is National Poetry Month - spring is in the air

I hope you've been able to get out doors these last few days to appreciate the major changes going on in our scenery! The trees are leafing out, and I'm finding out which of the spring flowering ones I planted last fall didn't survive. It appears that everyone is inspired to write poetry on days such as these - many of them quite good.

Our poet laureate for the state of Kansas, Caryn Mirriam-Goldberg, has been running a contest for those people so inclined to put their poetic thoughts into words. Winning poetry can be read at: http://150kansaspoems.wordpress.com.

Congratulations to the winners of the first week's contest! Izzy Wasserstein's poem, "A Kansas native Discusses the natural Disasters", will run April 14th, and Wyatt Townley's poem, "Centering the House", will run on April 17th.

An upcoming site for additional contest information is: http://arts.ks.gov/poetry_month/contest.shtml.

Thank you, Caryn, for all the wonderful ways you inspire citizens of our always awe inspiring state to express ourselves.

The following is a poem I recently submitted that didn't make the cut to the 150 poems chosen to represent the 150th anniversary of Kansas. (the one I did have chosen, "Creek Play", will run on the site September 10, 2011.

I Dig Into Spring

soil rich, wet and deep

hands and feet bare

trial and error learned

from moments rare on

my grandmother's farm

in western Kansas.

The prick of a thorn,

ragged red pathways

torn, run down white skin,

flow like dark soil

through cherry creek bed

where bitter choke cherries

taste harsh like Kansas winters..

They flaunt and tease but

share no appeasement.

Life, melted snow,

begin to flow in urgency.

It's all about time

on the prairie and farm.

Herd cows to pastures green,

gather eggs, worm sheep,

birth calves in mud thigh deep,

find the time to plant spring wheat,

till a garden, plant the seeds

grow enough to give, can and eat.

Wipe the sweat from brows

brown and wrinkled

from blazing sun.

The dry heat making

rust tainted well water

taste cool and sweet.

My feet, now dirty,

feel much like the rest of me;

stuck in Kansas soil

and loving the feel of it.

(Do your part to keep the arts alive, well and funded in Kansas. Read, write, encourage the appreciation of art in all its varied forms)

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April Is National Poetry Month - a challenge awaits

With so many differing poetic forms to choose from, it can be intimidating to decide which form best suits your writing style. Don't be afraid to experiment. Poetry is lyric with its creators voice as instrument. And, your poem is only as profound as the person reading it.

Examine the different poetic styles - topics are your design - so choose a rhymed verse, whimsey, free verse or Haiku, just to 'thine own self be true".

Challenge for today: write a poem with each line beginning with the same letter.

Example:

Kansas

Loose loess lifts

Sifts sways swept

Weathered wind water

God's gifts guaranteed

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April is National Poetry Month - No Foolin!

I look forward with eager anticipation to April each year with the knowledge that April is National Poetry Month. I've been so excited, that I started the celebration early and attended a Big Tent event at The Raven in Lawrence last night (8 E 7th Street) For those of you who may love reading or listening to poetry, but who are hesitate to write a poem yourself, I encourage you to attend such an event (generally held the last Thursday of each month at seven p.m.) to appreciate just how different poetry can be for each individual.

I hope to encourage you to try your voice at any of the numerous poetic forms this month; start with a simple phrase that you like, an item you love or a person you feel passion for, talk a walk in the woods with your lover, or gaze soulfully to the heavens and ask why you're alone in Springtime. It doesn't matter how you begintowrite, just allow yourself your voice in solitude or the throngs of a crowd. Listen carefully and you'll learn more about who you really are.

I'm challenging myself to write a poem a day for the month of April. I won't post them all here, but I will be writing them nonetheless.

Here are just a few of my favorite poetic forms:

Loku: simple three word, one syllable words. Example: plant bulb, bloom the first two words should equal the third word which is set off with a comma. You may also do a reverse Loku - the Ukol where the end equation is the first word and is set off with a comma by the two words that equal it. Example: death, heart stop

Haiboon: write down a few sentences in prose, follow with a Haiku (remember a Haiku is three lines with the pattern syllables as follows: five syllables, seven syllables, five syllables. Example: I plan on going for a walk in the woods today to see if I can spot any Spring flowers. I haven't been on a walk for a long time and I don't care if it rains or lightning strikes me, I can hardly wait!

Spring flowers draw me

Call my name, even in the rain

Nothing stands in way

Write a simple Haiku ( three or more lines with stanzas alternating as follows: five syllables, seven syllables, five syllables.)

Please come write with me

Share words of yours with nature

Do not be afraid

I'll share some other poetic forms throughout the month of April to encourage you to write a variety of styles. Trust there is a poetic form out there just waiting to come into your life. To quote Maya Angelou, "Poetry is music written for the human voice,"

So read, sing, dance, write, share and make love to it. It can bring solace to you in the solitude of the night, or make any special occasion feel that much more right. Just write it!

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Running Naked With iPhone: Day One

Take away modern technology: house, car, microwave, cordless phone, newspapers, radio, television, computers, but don't take my iPhone since it allows me to take pictures and utilize it as many of the other convenience functions as soon as civilization is within reach.

I had the opportunity recently to be stripped of many 'necessities' when I went on a camping trip with a friend, his mother, and my son. We decided to camp in a spot where one, as a seasoned camper, had gone for several decades - we went to Timber Creek, Colorado.

Timber Creek is one of several campsites available to the public at Rocky Mountain National Park, located in the Kawuneeche Valley and surrounded by the Never Summer Mountains. (Boy, did they have the latter right!)

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We arrived late Sunday afternoon (July 26th) and were greeted with a solemn reminder of how ravaged this area has become by pine beetles.

Timber Creek, a once forested campground, had been stripped of its ambiance and left a wasteland.

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Machines had arrived on site as soon as snowfall ended in early summer and removal of the aftermath of the devastation had begun. Everywhere around our site were huge piles of pine carcasses - some in small pieces usable for firewood, but most were simply saw dust.

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Sky-reaching centenarian pine trees, which previously directed eyes upwards to stars, heavens, and mountains, were now gone - the campsite was barren and battle scarred. One lone tree, silhouetted against the descending darkness, held the promise of a quarter moon waning from behind.

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Cold rain fell as three pods for tents were secured and we moved quickly, in silence, to build a fire. (watch for "Running Naked With iPhone: A New Day" tomorrow)

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Good Night My Friends, Good Night

On Feb. 5th, as people turned excitedly to the news, or filed slowly to form lines to participate in the political caucus system of our great nation, clouds carrying killer storms formed quickly and wrecked havoc in several states. Many people were killed and numerous more were injured. The following is a tribute to those who lost someone they knew and loved:

Snow flakes, falling fluffy and light,

Strike upon my heart as weights

Each one heavy and hard.

Blood drips from my soul

As tears from eyes should fall

These other storms,

Darkness swirling on the horizon

Too early to be night,

Contrast sharply with

The layering of white

Across our land.

People weep, mourning

Loved ones who disappeared

Too quickly from their sight,

Now awakening to the light of morning

And a plight an entire nation shares

Good night, my friends, good night

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Give Us This Day Our Daily Haiku

Go ahead, you know you want to, you know you need to, you know you can't stop yourself, you know you can't live without it.

People are uniquely different - I have a girl friend who years back would take one photograph each day that she felt best captured her feelings for that day. These days she is writing a daily haiku - what a thing to do!

Some people take a daily shower or bath, others fit in a daily routine of exercise or a walk with their doggy. Still others take the time to read their favorite daily newspaper (mine is the Lawrence Journal World), or to watch that favorite television show.

One of the things I have been most surprised about while writing blogs is how popular anything about poetry seems to be. People whom I would never have thought of having poetic minds or thoughts have surprised me with intricate, beautiful, soulful poetry.

So here goes - a living, ongoing, changing forum. Give us this day my daily haiku......please come on daily and post a haiku that best describes your emotional state, your day at work, your romantic life, an interaction with the world around you, or a snuggle with your child.

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Running Naked With iPhone: Day Two - A New Beginning

Waking up to a crystal clear morning in the Rockies - it doesn't get any better. The devastation of the campsite by pine beetles seemed less foreboding than it had appeared in the cold rain of the previous evening. Although the first words out of my mouth, "I'm not leaving the tent until the sun is up and the temperature is 70 degrees. No, make that 80 degrees", the thought of campfire coffee, bacon and eggs, and a roaring fire enticed me to exit the comfort of the queen-sized bed with overlaid sleeping bags.

Once the sun came over the mountains, the cool night air warmed immediately. So much so, that we discarded layers of clothing to begin exploring the area surrounding the campsite.

We noticed many small signs of life: a new beginning that provided not only hope that in time this site would return to the beauty of the past (knowing that probably wouldn't happen in our lifetime), but also a gentle reminder of the cycle of life. The knowledge that nature has a way of regenerating and doesn't require much in the way of help from mankind.

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The lure of wildflowers, a mountain stream, and the instinctual use of our senses enabled us to first 'trip' across a mother moose with her calf, enabling us to see sights to which I previously would have been oblivious.

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Once we spotted the moose, we began circling around her to position ourselves closer, but with an awareness not to come between her and her calf.

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As we circled, we became aware of what would have been signs, or clues, if we had known what to watch for. These included fresh moose and/or elk scat (poo by any other name), and an area of grass that had been a recent nesting place for a mother and her calf.

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Eventually, with much trepidation, we made our way close enough to the female to get these two pictures. The awareness of her odor, her closeness, her sheer size, brought an excitement and understanding of why people hunt - whether that be with camera or weapon. I felt more alive than I had in a long time, scarcely noticing how soaked we were from lightly falling rain, and the dampness of the tall grasses as we made our way through them and back to the bleakness of the campsite.

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Within less than a 24-hour period, we had witnessed what many people go their whole lives without seeing. And, we had adapted to our climate enough to have steaks on our plates in time to retreat into the warmth of our vehicle as evening rain fell once more.

(Stay tuned for: "Running Naked With iPhone: Day Three - Letting the Cosmos Decide"

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Loku: New Form Of Poetry With Lawrence Roots Sweeps Literary World

Lawrence, Kansas is a melting pot of people and creative ideas erupting with artists, singers, song writers, performers, and entertainers of all varieties.

From this epic center of creativity explodes a new form of poetry referred to as Loku (pronounced low koo), based on the ancient Japanese form known as Haiku.

People the world over are familiar with this simplistic, yet profound, structure of 17 onji, or syllable count, structure of 5-7-5

.Other poetic forms that use a similar structure are the Katuata, Choka, Tanka, Mondo, and Sekoka.

The Katuata uses 19 sound units (onji), or syllable count, with a structure of 5-7-7.

The Mondo form is written by two poets with one person asking the question and the second supplying the answer. An example of the Mondo is as follows:

Why is there no rain

the land cries our for water

but cannot shed tears?

There will be no rain

because you wept time before

when there was some rain.

and is in the traditional 5-7-5 syllable count.

Choka is the most intricate of Japanese poems with a choice of form using either 5-7-7-5-7-7 or 5-7-5-5-7-5.

Enjoy the following example:

The Moth

there is no freedom

escaping from my cocoon

I must seek you once again

I am drawn to you

like a moth to a candle

circling nearer and nearer

the deadly flame calls

now my wings are scorched

why must my nature be so?

Teagan

The new form of poetry created in Lawrence, Kansas, known as the Loku, is a simple three word, three syllable format

.Example:"two words, three"

One interpretation of the above poem is simply, I love you, or I love thee, since love is the core value of all poetry and a universal language.

It is more difficult to write a Loku poem than it may appear.

Please spend time following the Loku format and share Loku poems of your own creation along with the meaning of your poem.

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Song Title and Lyric Game: it’s about St. Patrick’s Day!

Give us your favorite 'green' songs today in celebration of the Irish we all seem to have within on this date.

Your song title or lyric must include the word green, Irish, or beer in order for it to count in today's game.

Please share the performer, song title, and link to your favorite version. If you've got a special memory to share about the song, or even a Saint Patty's day from your past, feel free to share it.

Have a fun, safe day. Don't forget to go 'green'!

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Haibun (haiboon) - pick up your pen

Haibun - prose of daily events combined with Haiku. Mundane events made monumental, memorable.

A day of poetry, shared memories both painful and joyful. Some linger, move more slowly through prose; others allow Haibun its strength of combining two worlds to share and explore.

An 84 year old woman writes poetry of World War Two experiences. They enlighten and enhance my life. I allow myself to step back into a time period I've neither lived, nor imagined. I feel no constraints, only joy.

A wrinkled face smiles

Eyes crinkle in shared knowledge

Time expands - stands still

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