Palettal Prose: Of Sand

When we gather our grains,

I am sea glass,

a softened shard of aquamarine

tumbling and coming to rest,

edges etched with the collected whispers

of waves, white air, and rain,

me and the sea both sky-formed.

We are shore-born.

Where things meet is where we are made

and the elements add their consent.

~Teresa Honey Youngblood, from We’Moon

Beach Treasure

Palettal Prose: Equality in Difference

We are all equal in the fact that we are all different. We are all the same in the fact that we will never be the same. We are united by the reality that all colours and all cultures are distinct & individual. We are harmonious in the reality that we are all held to this earth by the same gravity. We don’t share blood, but we share the air that keeps us alive. I will not blind myself and say that my black brother is not different from me. I will not blind myself and say that my brown sister is not different from me. But my black brother is he as much as I am me. But my brown sister is she as much as I am me.”

~C. JoyBell C

Moon Day Musings: June 30 2014

Imagine there’s no countries
It isn’t hard to do
Nothing to kill or die for
And no religion too
Imagine all the people
Living life in peace

You may say that I’m a dreamer
But I’m not the only one
I hope someday you’ll join us
And the world will be as one”

~John Lennon, Imagine

Palettal Prose: Abduction

She woke with a start, remembering she’d missed an appointment that day for a potential home. The middle of the night now, she glanced over, knew he wouldn’t wake, and decided to go for a quick peak; t was after all, just around the corner.

The house was vacant and large. Remnants of musty antiques collected and sold by the previous occupant, sat there abandoned. The collection sat in unorganized piles littering the space; perhaps a possible treasure or two, but to the untrained eye, it was junk. Treasure or trash, overwhelming piles, waiting to be claimed.

As she crept up the stairs, she questioned for the first time, the reasoning of going here this night and decided to return for a brighter time.

It was then that she grew aware of her head to toe nakedness. The entire town blackened as the lights on the street went blank and she became unsure of the right way home. Gravity failed with each step as her feet refused to touch down, only able to brush toes to the dirt in desperation. Each floating step took her further from the ground as she stopped moving forward, only up. Fighting to dig her heels to the earth and return to her love, she had no success. She felt herself being drug to the sky and despite tedious effort, she could not help but glide away.

Though vulnerable in her bare skin, she was not afraid, only determined to get home. Then suddenly, as quickly as it had begun, she reached out to find him beside her once again. Sitting up and wide awake, her only thought was, “I suppose that’s what an abduction feels like.” and she hopped they’d at least cured her infection.  Sure enough, the next morning, it was gone.

~Sky Eyes

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