The Sun in Poetry
The Idler An idle lingerer on the wayside’s road, He gathers up his work and yawns away; A little longer, ere the tiresome load Shall be reduced to ashes or […]
The Idler An idle lingerer on the wayside’s road, He gathers up his work and yawns away; A little longer, ere the tiresome load Shall be reduced to ashes or […]
Every Thursday, as part of my personal “enriched environment” initiative, I post a piece of art, usually from the Metropolitan Museum of Art, which recently released online some 400,000 high-resolution
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In celebration of all things sunny, Parking Suns now features every Sunday a different YouTube music clip about the sun! This week’s entry: Spanky and Our Gang. “Lazy Day.” Partial lyrics below!
Lacquer Prints [By Messenger] When there was a clear moon, I sat down To write a poem About maple trees. But the dazzle of moonlight In the ink Blinded me,
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Every Thursday, as part of my personal “enriched environment” initiative, I post a piece of art, usually from the Metropolitan Museum of Art, which recently released online some 400,000 high-resolution
Throwback Thursdays Art – w/ Update! Read More »
In celebration of all things sunny, Parking Suns now features every Sunday a different YouTube music clip about the sun! This week’s entry: Not a song about the sun, but someone named Sunny
Today I am responding, via my six Reader Response Questions, to a published report titled The Effects of Physical Activity in Parkinson’s Disease: A Review. It was written by Martine
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Every Thursday, as part of my personal “enriched environment” initiative, I post a piece of art, usually from the Metropolitan Museum of Art, which recently released online some 400,000 high-resolution
Throwback Thursdays Art – w/ Update! Read More »
In celebration of all things sunny, Parking Suns now features every Sunday a different YouTube music clip about the sun! This week’s entry: In recognition of our severely bifurcated country after last week’s
On a recent sunny fall day I was walking the streets of Manhattan. My PD drugs were “on,” and I felt glorious and, well, glittery. I remembered a phrase from Edwin
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