1
April

Cupid’s Miscue by Rick Stephen

Cupid's Arrows by Perrault Leon Jean Basile

Cupid’s Arrows by Perrault Leon Jean Basile

Cupid’s Miscue

My love I found when young and stupid,
an easy target for a careless Cupid

Who never did take the blame
for the results of his errant aim

A lovely lass and a handsome guy
each having caught the other’s eye

Went not unseen, so Cupid’s arrow flew,
found her heart and true love grew

And having little time to waste
his next shot made with reckless haste

Turning, drawing, the arrow flew
this time though his aim not true

Cupid then left without a care
to find and match another pair

Not waiting long enough to see
his arrow miss and then strike me

Leaving she and I both standing there
the victims of his grievous error

With hopes for love looking grim
since I love her and she, him

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3
March

View from the Lookout by Rick Stephen

Lookout, Lake Elsinore

The View from the Lookout




The beautiful view that greeted me at the Lookout above Lake Elsinore today. This is an HDR (High Dynamic Range) image taken with a Canon 5D Mark II and a Canon EF 70-200mm f/2.8L USM lens. Click on the image to view a larger version in my FAA gallery.

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27
February

A Desert Mind – Micropoetry by Richard Stephen

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Dry,
arid,
barren,
parched,
desolate,
desperate,
will words ever flow
from this shriveled mind?

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22
January

My Photographs Now Available on Fine Art America!

If you haven’t noticed, the traditional photo albums that have been on my blog for some time have been removed and replaced by something new! I’ve integrated a new widget from Fine Art America into the blog. Now you can view the much larger catalog of photographs and digital art that I keep on the Fine Art America site.

Not only can you view them but should you see something you like, you can purchase it right here on my blog. The FAA widget will allow you to do just that! What’s more exciting, you can buy not only prints but posters, framed prints, matted prints, canvas prints, acrylic prints, metal prints, greeting cards and more! If you see something you like, just click on the image for more information on purchasing. I’ve bought several items from artists I admire on FAA and without fail they were only of the highest quality!

To check it out, just click on the “Fine Art America Gallery” menu item. I think this is an exciting new development and a great way to integrate my love of photography into my blog. I hope you’ll enjoy my photographs and digital art. As always, your comments, suggestions and criticism are most welcome. Thanks for reading!

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6
January

The Dying Sun – Rick Stephen

sunthroughblindsThe Dying Sun

Through the blinds, beams of light
slice through the dimly lit room
an angled pattern of light and dark,
like the many rails of a fence,
spreads across the floor and
up the wall as the sun
falls hurriedly toward the horizon

Tiny particles of dust float
aimlessly on unseen currents
disappearing, then reappearing
as they weave their way
through the light and shadow
it’s silent, save the purring of the cat
curled up in the sun’s warming beams

And your slow, rhythmic breathing
as you doze next to me,
my lap a pillow for your head
paper rustles as my fingers
turn the pages of my book
before they return, absent-mindedly,
to twirling your hair

Stirring briefly, you breath in deeply and
release a long, satisfied sigh
though it’s seems
only a few minutes
hours have passed
and the sun’s beams, now golden,
grow long

I can’t help but think this is heaven
and to wish it never end
when the cat rises,
lets out an irritated meow,
and moves to follow
the waning warmth of
the dying sun

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22
December

Finding Rest – Rick Stephen

Finding Rest

I wonder if it is better
to die and have life cease
or to live, lifelessly,
without hope
to die ends all hope
but to live without hope
is much worse
and far more cruel
for in dying
there is rest from hope
but living without hope
this is not so
for to be human
is to have always
in the heart of hearts
the hope of hope,
the mere possibility
and so there is no rest
the hope of hope
is always there
teasing,
torturing
I understand now
why death
is euphemistically called
entering into eternal rest
I wonder which is better

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14
December

Alone In The Crowd – Rick Stephen

Large crowd of peopleI sat by myself
in a crowd today
just another seat
filled anonymously
not unlike
so many others around me
and a woman
somewhere near
wore your perfume
I knew it instantly
and as if by instinct,
breathing in deep,
I closed my eyes
and was taken away
the crowd vanished,
the din faded
and there I was
alone in the crowd
with you

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12
December

The Train Doesn’t Stop Here by Rick Stephen

train

Waiting at the depot
darkness having longed chased
the last tinge of color
from the inky-black sky
a darkness perforated only
by the brightest few stars

I stand here alone
it’s late,
damp and cold
a fog builds in the distance
my breath fills the air
with swirls and curls of mist
drifting before my face
that spread out, then vanish
I think to myself,
“Now there’s a metaphor!”
while turning up my collar
against the chill
a shiver runs down my spine
I’m not sure
if it’s from the cold
or the irony of the metaphor
I laugh under my breath

My eyes anxiously alternate
between the watch on my wrist
and the tracks off in distance
it’s late, dammit, it would be
it couldn’t be on time today
damn you, Murphy!

Still, I look
leaning over the edge of a platform
illuminated by a lone,
flickering floodlight
straining to spot,
hoping to see
the glint of a headlight
piercing the distant blackness
the first sign even before
the wail of a horn or
the sound of diesel or
the clack of unforgiving wheels
on cold, steel tracks
the first sign
that tells me my long, bleak,
wearisome wait
will shortly be over

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13
November

Found Memories by Rick Stephen

Found Memoriesbaseballglove1

In the back of the closet
of my old room
in my parent’s house
I found my old baseball mitt
in a box, creased and torn
barely held together
by yellowed packing tape
and full of things
Mom hadn’t the heart
to toss out
once I’d left home for good

Thank goodness
for it was, to me,
a box of memories
and at the bottom
under various and sundry toys,
photos and memorabilia
there it was, pressed flat
save the well-worn ball
cradled in its webbing
I picked it up slowly
like it deserved reverence

I looked it over, turning it in my hand
looking at the leather stitching,
the marks and mars of heavy use
my name, faded,
barely visible on the wrist strap
I slid my hand inside
tighter today than it was then
I fanned my fingers opening the glove
revealing the ball, more brown than white,
scuffed and scraped,
frayed red stitches running ’round it

I flipped the ball into the air
and was rewarded
with the pleasing sound
of ball striking glove
instinctively
I buried my face in the cowhide
and the familiar smell
of leather and oil,
sweat, red dirt and grass
triggered strong memories
of a young boy

A young boy
simultaneously excited,
anxious and afraid
fidgeting, out in right field
praying the ball not come to him
but hoping that it would, waiting
for his chance to shine
and looking into the stands
for his Dad,
always there,
always cheering him on

Dad gave me this glove
it was old, used
money was tight around our house
but I didn’t mind, I understood
even at that tender age
Mom calling me for dinner
snapped me from the past
I had to pry the child’s glove
from the hand of a man
and pulling hard on the wrist strap
underneath, I saw what I’d not seen before

A name, not mine
“Billy” scrawled there, Dad’s name
mixed feelings flooded me
and I thought, why?
Why would he not tell me
this had been his glove?
Was he ashamed
he couldn’t afford a new one?
How did he not know this glove,
his glove, would be worth more to me
than all the gloves in the world?

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5
November

Golden Season – a new haiku by Sannel Larson

sannelsittingMy dear friend Sannel Larson has been a busy lady of late. She has published several children’s books, illustrated another and created a number of beautiful pieces of digital art. Which by the way, you can see and purchase on her artist website on Fine Art America.

She’s also published some new haiku including this one, Golden Season, which is absolutely wonderful! Combined with her beautiful photograph, it’s worth your time to visit. I hope you will and take the time to leave this immensely talented woman a comment. I know she will appreciate it!

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