Friday, December 9, 2011. God made the illusion look real. And the real an illusion. And made the foam visible. You see the dust whirling. But how can the dust rise by itself? You see the foam, but not the ocean. Invoke Him with deeds, not words;. And will save you in the infinite-life. Sunday, December 4, 2011. Very Early on Sunshine Beach. Before the day has really begun.

There is no poem here. Voluptuous tears on the page,. There was no elixir I could distill. From the morning mist;. You know, from that misted meadow. Of my sleep where your voice. Once foaled six galloping dreams? There was only silence,.

At The Table In My Sunroom. Sunday, January 23, 2011. There is something about sunsets that always makes me melancholy. Dylan Thomas whispers in my ears. Do not go gentle into that good night,. Old age should rave and burn at the close of day;. Rage, rage against the dying of the light. Sunday, January 16, 2011. Thursday, January 13, 2011. The aforementioned, well loved, but declared nearly dead pet has made an astounding recovery.

Poetry, Art, and Commentary by Rick Burnett Baker. Saturday, February 17, 2018. Portraits should offer more than perfectly. They should open a window. We were privileged yesterday evening to have Cellist Kevin Maa. Kevin is an accomplished musician.

Friday, June 24, 2011. Finding the silver lining again? Playing the glad game again? I am Pollyanna, hear me roar. Who knows what the future holds? I guarantee you will feel the passion.

Saturday, July 3, 2010. Just a short post to let you know that I am in Amherst, NH, with my family, safe and sound. There will be several more posts in this series . at least five or six, I would imagine. So, look for those.

When you get the choice to sit it out or dance,. E can find ourselves in places, or positions in life that are less than ideal. We are sure that life would be easier if things were different, and they probably would be. We bemoan our lot and feel down hearted and disadvantaged by circumstance. Hich is why I was so inspired when I saw this seed that the birds had dropped, it had begun to sprout in a drainpipe on the outside of our house.

When Friday was predicted to be rain free, Leslie suggested that we finally return to The Bloedel Reserve since they told us there would be more flowers shortly. There were early native flowers, like these Red Currants. And fields full of magnificent Skunk Cabbage.