A commonplace book for all the little and big mysteries I notice. And occasionally, poetry!
Friday, January 23, 2026
Xavier Rudd - Follow The Sun [official music video]
The Big Box of Crayons
Wednesday, January 21, 2026
The Power of Poetry
The Power of Poetrywith things falling apart
and anarchy let loose,
it was only poetry, he found,
which had any use,
so he reached for his copy
of The Complete Works of Yeats
and bludgeoned the President
of the United States
-Brian Bilston
Photo: “Poetry” by Beppie, CC BY-NC-SA 2.0
I Walk on Gilded Splinters
But I know they must be crazy
They don't see dey misfortune
Or else they just a little too lazy
I Walk thru the fire
I wanna see my enemies
At the end of my rope
I Walk on pins and needles
An I See what they can do
I Walk on gilded splinters
With the king of the Zulu
Singing
Come to me giddi come come
Walk on gilded splinters
Come to me giddi come come
Walk on gilded splinters
Till I burn up, Till I burn Up, Till I burn up.
I'm walking out of my coffin
Drink poison in my chalice
Pride begins to fade
And y'all will feel my malice
Put gris gris on your doorstep
Soon you'll be in the gutter
looking just like butter
A-a-and I can make you stutter
I Walk thru the fire
An I Fly thru the smoke
I wanna see my enemies
At the end of my rope
I Walk on pins and needles
An I See what they can do
I Walk on gilded splinters
With the king of the Zulu
Singing
Come to me giddi come come
Walk on gilded splinters
Come to me giddi come come
Walk on gilded splinters
Till I burn up, Till I burn Up, Till I burn up.
A Contemplation
A ContemplationMy body is no longer my own. It contains a
sprout like a fiddlehead fern frond, curled
inward on itself.
Microscopic cells mystically multiply
with fervor, their intention known only
to themselves.
While I breathe, while I sleep, whether
I churn like a river or remain a placid lake,
this body has
Its own mission. Summer is coming.-Kathryn Harper
When the ICE agent is Canadian… | This Hour Has 22 Minutes
Tuesday, January 20, 2026
Self-Care in Political Chaos
The Bun
she is soft and gray
and likes to play, binking and
zooming around.
she snacks on flowers,
a sentient lawnmower
wherever grasses abound.-Kathryn Harper
What Is Real
"In our constant search for meaning in this baffling and temporary existence, trapped as we are within our three pounds of neurons, it is sometimes hard to tell what is real. We often invent what isn't there. Or ignore what is".
- Alan Lightman
Monday, January 19, 2026
Picture This - Things Are Different
And some will take their last breath while others breathe new life
And though they're standing on our necks, there's still the will to fight
Just 'cause things are different, don't mean anything has changed
And I know the world's on fire, but there's beauty in the flame
And we don't know how much longer
But we know we're gonna come back stronger, oh-oh
Just 'cause things are different, don't mean anything, anything has changed
Some of us will lose ourselves while others rediscover (ooh)
The lovers and the innocence, a baby to its mother (ooh)
And some will grasp it in their hands while others lose control (ooh)
Yeah, we gotta leave our fingerprints to let the future know, oh
Just 'cause things are different, don't mean anything has changed
And I know the world's on fire, but there's beauty in the flame
And we don't know how much longer
But we know we're gonna come back stronger, oh-oh
Just 'cause things are different, don't mean anything, anything has changed
I'll be the light (eh)
If you follow me, I will be everything you need
I'll be the leader
If you want it, I promise that I will set you free
Just 'cause things are different, don't mean anything has changed
And though the world's on fire, there's beauty in the flame
And we don't know how much longer
But we know we're gonna come back stronger, oh-oh
Just 'cause things are different, don't mean anything, anything has changed
I'll be the light (eh)
If you follow me, I will be everything you need
I'll be the leader
If you want it, I promise that I will set you free (changed)
I'll be the light (eh)
If you follow me, I will be everything you need
I'll be the leader (eh)
If you want it, I promise that I will set you free
Friday, January 16, 2026
Practice
Low Winter Sun
The sun peersover my shoulderthrough the window.Winter sunlight arrivesdeferentially -- or perhapscasually, like a cat decidingto settle for a nap againsta poet on the sofa.-Kathryn Harper
Wednesday, January 14, 2026
Saturday, January 10, 2026
Friday, January 09, 2026
Reality
Barns Courtney - Glitter & Gold
Rise up, ting ting, like glitter and gold
I've got fire in my soul
Rise up, ting ting, like glitter
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
Like glitter and gold
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
Like glitter
Do you walk in the valley of kings?
Do you walk in the shadow of men
Who sold their lives to a dream?
Do you ponder the manner of things
In the dark
The dark, the dark, the dark
I am flesh and I am bone
I'll rise ting ting like glitter and gold
I've got fire in my soul
Rise up, ting ting, like glitter
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
Like glitter and gold
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
Like glitter
Do you walk in the meadow of spring?
Do you talk to the animals?
Do you hold their lives from a string?
Do you ponder the manner of things
In the dark
The dark, the dark, the dark
I am flesh and I am bone
I'll rise ting ting like glitter and gold
I've got fire in my soul
Rise up, ting ting, like glitter
I am flesh and I am bone
I'll rise ting ting like glitter and gold
I've got fire in my soul
Rise up, ting ting, like glitter
'Cause everybody in the backroom's spinning out
Don't remember what you're asking for
And everybody in the front room's tripping out
You left your bottle at the door
Cause everybody in the backroom's spinning out
Don't remember what you're asking for
And everybody in the front room's tripping out
You left your bottle at the door
Wednesday, January 07, 2026
Fireflies
If ten million fireflies
Lit up the world as I fell asleep
'Cause they fill the open air
And leave teardrops everywhere
You'd think me rude but I would just stand and stare
I'd like to make myself believe
That planet Earth turns slowly
It's hard to say that I'd rather stay awake when I'm asleep
'Cause everything is never as it seems
'Cause I'd get a thousand hugs
From ten thousand lightning bugs
As they tried to teach me how to dance
A foxtrot above my head
A sock hop beneath my bed
A disco ball is just hanging by a thread
I'd like to make myself believe
That planet Earth turns slowly
It's hard to say that I'd rather stay awake when I'm asleep
'Cause everything is never as it seems
I fall asleep
(Please take me away from here)
'Cause I feel like such an insomniac
(Please take me away from here)
Why do I tire of counting sheep?
(Please take me away from here)
When I'm far too tired to fall asleep
(Please take me, please take me away from here)
To ten million fireflies
I'm weird 'cause I hate goodbyes
Got misty eyes as they said farewell (we sailing away)
But I'll know where several are
If my dreams get real bizarre
'Cause I saved a few and I keep them in a jar (we sailing away)
I'd like to make myself believe
That planet Earth turns slowly
It's hard to say that I'd rather stay awake when I'm asleep
'Cause everything is never as it seems (we sailing away)
I'd like to make myself believe (believe)
That planet Earth (turn, turns) turns slowly (slowly)
It's hard to say that I'd rather stay awake when I'm asleep
'Cause everything is never as it seems (I fall asleep)
I'd like to make myself believe
Planet Earth turns slowly
It's hard to say that I'd rather stay awake when I'm asleep
Because my dreams are bursting at the seams
Monday, January 05, 2026
Eva Cassidy - Over The Rainbow
Way up high
In the land that I heard of once
Once in a lullaby
Somewhere over the rainbow
Skies are blue
And the dreams that you dare to dream
Really do come true
Someday I'll wish upon a star
And wake up where the clouds are far
Behind me
Where troubles melt like lemon drops
Away above the chimney tops
That's where you'll find me
Someday I'll wish upon a star
And wake up where the clouds are far
Behind me
Where troubles melt like lemon drops
Away above the chimney tops
That's where you'll find me
Somewhere over the rainbow
Skies are blue
And the dreams that you dare to dream
Really do come true
If happy little blue birds fly
Above the rainbow
Why, oh why, can't I?
Art Fun
Somewhere across one of my social media feeds a person shared a little hobby that caught my attention. It involves graph paper, one-inch squares of paper, scissors, and glue. I have a lot of extra bits of paper from painting and crafting, so I went to town on making them into squares. The goal of this is the process, not perfection. So the squares need not be perfectly one-inch, nor do they need to be affixed in perfect alignment. I had a lot of fun with these two pages and will definitely do more.
Sunday, January 04, 2026
Tanka
The blue sky, hiddenwind painting clouds in brushstrokescrows, a swath of dots --winter is tracing its nameI wait patiently for spring.-Kathryn Harper










