This is a correction from the previous message. It didn’t occur to me to warn people to not drink Listerine or bleach. Seriously? How stupid have we gotten? I’m assuming anyone who reads this blog is smart enough to recognize the difference between a cleanser, a mouthwash, and a cure.

There are no cures for Covid 19 or stupidity, so you can be sure that none of these items are a cure. These are standard ways to clean your hands and other surfaces. Sunshine can break down the virus, but we haven’t seen sunshine in a while. I’m sure one day the sun will shine again. That would make me feel better, Covid 19 or not.

  1. The virus is not a living organism, but a protein molecule (DNA) covered by a protective layer of lipid (fat), which, when absorbed by the cells of the ocular (eye), nasal or buccal (the…

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Ramblings After Midnight

looking in your window

while all around you seems to be standing still

tides continue to ebb and flow

the march of time

unrelenting towards tomorrows unknown

when we knew no better

how did we walk and talk

remember those wishes held inside

houses built into homes

hold us somehow different now

trappings seem invisible these days

habits broken can set us free

moving too fast

to appreciate the moments

is no longer our excuse

lists can be erased

rewritten from a view

often buried

by the fevered thoughts

standing in the moonlight or the sunshine

what are we afraid of

if it’s too early or too late?

can you ever remember

it all spinning so slow

no longer dizzy

focus towards the promises on the shelf

there is a message in a bottle

floating on the sea

on its way to you and me

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The 2020 Daily Writing Challenge – March 28

Jo Hawk

2020 Daily Writing Challenge

Writing is like driving at night in the fog.
You can only see as far as your headlights, but you can make the whole trip that way.
– E. L. Doctorow

Today is Day 88 of the 2020 Daily Writing Challenge.

Did you write yesterday? Life is an endless parade of challenges, exciting experiences, and thrilling activities all competing for your time, attention, and energy. The glitter and glam captures your attention, turns your head, and you forget about doing what makes you happy. While having multiple interests speaks to your personal freedom and your right to choose, the fragmented focus can keep you from following your passion and derail the attainment of your goals.

What activity lights your eyes, sets fire to your soul, and penetrates every fiber of your being? If it makes you happy to sing, then sing. If your feet yearn to dance, allow them to…

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A Simple Hope – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon



Photo: at the back of Tamma Park, Merredin. Sun shining through the rain clouds.

“The most precious light is the one that visits you in your darkest hour!”  Mehemet Murat Ildan

A Simple Hope

I saw her lips move
but no sound evolved
her eyes stone cold
in her heavy void,
that inner world
of the paper house
waiting to be torched
in a celebration of survival,
a rising beyond the
everyday ordeals,
but a lock is always an invitation,
so I ventured to speak a simple hope,
that we might just find a summer
in the midst of our winter.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

Paul, pvcann.com.

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New normal


Yesterday night I caught a star
gazing at me unabashedly
wide eyed and delighted
I tried to catch it in my hands
it twinkled and pulsated merrily
seeing my glee, other stars peeped out
festooning my balcony in fairy lights
the pallid moon sulked and stomped
and then became fiercely belligerent
disgusted, I had to finally shoo her away !
At dawn myriad birds warbled sweetly
on countless branches of swaying trees
creating a symphony I had long forgotten.
The breeze teased my hair and tousled it
the wind chime trapezed gracefully
as the kite glided lazily
under the bluest of blue skies!
The roads are empty and quiet
no snaking, hot, metallic queues
no screeching tyres or blaring horns
I can hear them sigh contentedly
as well as the bees humming happily
and leaves rustling luxuriously!
No scry is needed to see what the future holds
happy in my

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