Cee’s Which Way Photo Challenge: 2015 Week #25

I saw Cee's challenge over at Ali's blog, Drailman on Life, and wanted to join in. I love taking pictures of paths. I have many and here are a few. The goal of this challenge is to take a photo featuring a path, road, bridge or whatever, in which it is the main focus. And I was so inspired, I … Continue reading Cee’s Which Way Photo Challenge: 2015 Week #25

Mihran Kalaydjian And His Element Band My Childhood Remembered

Enjoy some beautiful music from the talented pianist, Mihran Kalaydjian, and his Element band.

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Mihran Kalaydjian And His Element Band My Childhood Remembered

Mihran Kalaydjian And His Element Band My Childhood Remembered

Honor Guest: Violinist: Charlie Bisharat

Mino Element Band Members

Aram Kasabian – Lead Guitar
Sevan Manoukian – Drummer
Hratch Panossian – Bass
Samer Khoury – Violin
Tony Amer – Saxophone
Haim Cohen – KeyBoard
Albert Panikian – Trumpet
Nicole Del Sol – Percussion
Dana Debos – Trombone


Childlike Faith In Childhood’s End
Existence is a stage on which we pass, a
sleep-walk trick for mind and heart:
it’s hopeless, I know,
but onward I must go
and try to make a start
at seeing something more than day-to-day
survival chased by final death.

If I believed this the sum
of the life to which we’ve come
I wouldn’t waste my breath.
Somehow, there must be more.
There was a time when more was felt than
known, but now, entrenched inside…

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I Will Always Be Your Mom

To all the mothers of the world, I wish you a very Happy Mother's Day! I Will Always Be Your Mom We toil, we worry, mothers do Our bodies bleed and stretch Our hearts and minds grow and love pours out Soft bellies for a weary head Breasts warm pillows soothe We listen to your  heartbeat … Continue reading I Will Always Be Your Mom

The Line Starts Here? – Friday Fictioneers

The Line Starts Here? No there. It wraps around the building, through an alley, down the block, on top of the telephone wire, under a tunnel, out a window, and into a pond of— Like a line at Disneyland. The beanie hat shakes his head. This is for concert tickets. No, it's jobs. The government promised. A little … Continue reading The Line Starts Here? – Friday Fictioneers

Regrets Begone

A good friend asked me, "Honestly, do you think you're the first person to have regrets after losing a loved one?" Of course, I'm not the only one. Regrets are universal and to be expected. Yet there is also the expectation and urging to let them go. I've returned to this regret stage many times … Continue reading Regrets Begone

For My Dad – A Poem

This is the poem I read at my dad's memorial service. Things came to me in little bits right after his passing and this is what I wrote. I thought I would be able to read this as opposed to a longer story. I was wrong. I cried after the first word and then continued with tears … Continue reading For My Dad – A Poem

Physical Engagement – Guest Post

I’m guest posting over at Adam’s blog, The Dependent Independent with a poem. We considered possibly doing a regular Link Up with poetry. If you’re interested, please let us know in the comments. If you like, you can share a few lines of poetry there, too. Thanks!

The Dependent Independent

I’ve been reading about different poetic forms in my Writer’s Digest.Today, I’d like to explore the Gogyohka form.

Gogyohka literally translates as “five-line poem,” and hails from Japan, developed by Enta Kusakabe. The rules are quite simple. The poem consists of verse written in five lines, but each line is a separate phrase. It is described as “having a different feel to five-line verse commonly found in Western poetry.” 

Here is a sample by the creator of the form, Enta Kusakabe:

What kind of
stained glass
have your
rose-coloured cheeks
passed through

It’s meant to be both concise and free. A compound or complex sentence is probably too long. The phrases may be seen as separate, but connect.

Here is my offering, inspired by a recent workout my coach named, “Fifty Shades of Pain.” Oh, yes!


Physical Engagement

Standing tall
I drop my head
to curl small
and breathe
easier dead

Aching body

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