Find wonder in slow talks with trees,
Steadfast in facts, reaching for light,
Each whispering in steamy breath,
Shoving its skins away from death
And crowded above with blossoms white,
Below with roots that grip realities.
Like nothing else, but yet like trees,
Whose minds are branching up and down
Between realities and thought—
Both our doing—we are caught.

from “My Eye” in HOUSE OF A THOUSAND ROOMS (2022)

As promised in the last blog, I offer the following schedule of presentations:

*** MORE POEMS—probably unavoidable,
****AN ESSAY ABOUT THE HUMAN PROJECT (Being and Something)
*****SERMONS & SERMONETTES ON RELIGIOUS HYGEINE FOR WILD MEN
****** MORE STORIES
*******PRODUCTION NOTES ABOUT MY MUSIC AND WRITINGS
********TRANSLATIONS FROM RELIGIOUS SPEECH TO ASPIRATIONAL SPEECH
*********FINAL COMMENTS ON THE HUMAN PROJECT
**********A LAST FLYTING

Since I’m making it up as I go, I can’t supply many details in advance. The point is to make the work available while I am able to do so. The documents will be in PDF format rather than being re-doctored for WORDPRESS, which requires at least three extra keystrokes per line. Feel free to download the PDFs and to share information about this site. I will also echo this site on LinkedIn and Medium. See the frameshifts website for previous blogs and for stored documents. See the following sites for published and performed works.

FYI—-Richard L, Rose’s writing and composition continue in these forms:
Blog https://frameshifts.com/                                          
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Performances  https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCzqDZ6vviAQek_TArXuGKjQ
AMAZON AUTHOR PAGE  https://www.amazon.com/author/richardrose
LINKED IN https://www.linkedin.com/in/richard-rose-827b9b15a/
MEDIUM https://r-and-k-rose.medium.com/
FLIPSNACK    https://www.flipsnack.com/rlrose4621/tales-since-the-shift/full-view.html
Email address for both of us: r.and.k.rose@gmail.com

M O R E P O E M S

The photo is of a myxomycete named Plasmodium, a kind of plant-animal-noncomittal being, neither he nor they, who spends time mobile, sessile, solitary, and colonial, spreading about to take in the habitat that surrounds it–rather like some poetry.