Jay Jii ~ Spanish Ballad

Anaximenes

520 BC

Ethereal stargazer

Postulating a rigid sky

Twilight's cosmological cinders

Stars fixed like grommets

To a crystal hemisphere

Circling the flat earth

In speckled pageantry

Greek thought

A celebrated genius

Clad in philosophical armor

Denying planetary rotation

A light-year away from infinity

An inch away from obscurity

Self-assured

With the knowledge

That all of his treatises

Were sound

The Raven

Happy Halloween!

Shades of Inner Blue

Welcome... 

You are always invited into the haunted manor
Of my mind, these galleries are yours to explore--
Accost my corridor cobwebs, feel the phantasmal hospitality
Of my shadows, inquire upon my every ghost.

 ..........Open the doors
 ..........I trust you with the keys 

This mansion has many rooms, some of them locked
For decades, so many niches that have shied away
From the candle's prying flame, dungeons that have hidden
My most sullen arcana chained in quiescence...

 ..........Exorcise me. 

Throw open my creaking windows, air the apparitions
From this musty furniture, scrape the illusion
Of comfort from my faded wallpaper--
This house

 .......Has been waiting
 .......A lifetime

 ................      For you


 .........................       To unhaunt it

Breaking the Fall

                September's precipice
        . Trip on time's passage
        . . Avenues become canopies weeping orange
        . . . Ripe for the autumnal harvest
        . . . . Transient chill
        Revealed enigmas
        . Another sagacious query
        . . Kindred assumption--
        . . . Is there more to life than this?
        . . . . No one truly knows
        . . . . . God's intentions
        Morose skies fill the horizon
        . Overtures to occidental oblivion
        . . Trees relinquish their possessions
        . . . Hear the forthcoming frost
        . . . . Ethereal grace abounds in brown
        . . . . . Reconciling warmth with bitter cold
        . . . . . . For a seasonal promise
        . . . . . . . Use life's cycle
        . . . . . . . . Creation, existence, destruction--
        . . . . . . . . . Kindling, wasted yesterdays
        . . . . . . . . . . Essence sleeps, until next spring
        . . . . . . . . . . . Reciprocates

A Few Festival Photos

A Festival of the Spoken and Written Word

Oceanside, NY

October 15, 2023

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Festival of Spoken and Written Word

Moved to Sunday, October 15.

Due to inclement weather.

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Pippa's Song

Autumn Apple Picking

Minard's Family Farm

Clintondale, NY

10/1/23

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The Great Jack O' Lantern Blaze

 

Old Bethpage, NY

9/22/23

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