Time Warps Do Exist...
Which must be the theme for this morning, because people were posting pictures of their Deloreans on Facebook, and the comments went all the way back to the future.
Now, getting past that digression, I just went through and skimmed over the content on this ol' blog, and just wow! It goes back all the way to November 1st of 2002. I'm pretty sure that's close to when I first started blogging, period. It can't have been too long before that.
I'm amazed at how much of my poetry is archived here. I'm damn lucky that it is.
I had at the last count I remember, nearly 1,800 poems published on Lightverse.com before it went down. I'd thought I had emailed myself almost every one of those poems as I posted them. They'e nowhere to be found in the email folders I expected to find them in.
There are many of those poems scattered across multiple poetry sites around the web. However, nothing was as comprehensive as Lightverse.com. Luckily, a lot of my early poetry survives here, on this sweet old blog. I'm very grateful for that.
I'm probably going to work to recover a lot of my poetry from a couple of other sites that have quite a bit of my more recent poems. Maybe from 2005 on.
We'll see just how much I can recover, and put up here in this place where my mejic still reverberates through the webverse.
At the moment, I'm killing time in the wee hours of the morning working on a computer that has just been giving me fits. The thing has been an utter nightmare to work with. I'm on my last-ditch attempt to fix it. I'm waiting for a system image backup to copy over to a portable hard drive.
I had a great email from my dear old friend Spinny yesterday evening. That was cool. She lives way Down Under. We've been online friends since back in 1996. Who has friends on the web that long? The internet was in its infancy then. It was like a naive little baby compared to now! Seriously, Netscape Navigator! How many of you remember that? Or AOL? Remember the first time you found out what LOL meant, or ROTFLMAO? Windows 95? Yeah.
At any rate, I'm going to go find a poem and bring it over here. Happy morning world!
Thank you for reading!
AquarianM
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Saturday, October 01, 2016
Wednesday, September 28, 2016
She Speaks Yinglish, He Speaks Yanglish...
She Speaks Yinglish, He Speaks Yanglish...
A wise man once sang that love is all you need,
A lot of it indeed.
Did I ever tell you I worked for a communications company?
Twenty-one point five years in fact,
Connecting all corners of the globe,
Data and voice as far as Antarctica,
As near as down the street.
I wonder how many trillion words are spoken each year,
Trying to get across the great divide?
"Turn left, turn right, do the dishes tonight."
To quote the fabulous Joan Jett,
"Do you wanna touch,
Do you wanna touch,
Do you wanna touch me there,
Where,
There,
Yeah?"
Exactly where that center in the male/female brain is,
The one that gets the exact image and emotion I mean,
To be recognized and understood.
Twenty minutes is forever,
Only to find you've both said the same thing,
All unknowingly.
Thankfully we have a lotta love,
To make things turn out right.
"No, go left here!!"
AquarianM
(C) 09/28/2016
By: Daniel A. Stafford
A wise man once sang that love is all you need,
A lot of it indeed.
Did I ever tell you I worked for a communications company?
Twenty-one point five years in fact,
Connecting all corners of the globe,
Data and voice as far as Antarctica,
As near as down the street.
I wonder how many trillion words are spoken each year,
Trying to get across the great divide?
"Turn left, turn right, do the dishes tonight."
To quote the fabulous Joan Jett,
"Do you wanna touch,
Do you wanna touch,
Do you wanna touch me there,
Where,
There,
Yeah?"
Exactly where that center in the male/female brain is,
The one that gets the exact image and emotion I mean,
To be recognized and understood.
Twenty minutes is forever,
Only to find you've both said the same thing,
All unknowingly.
Thankfully we have a lotta love,
To make things turn out right.
"No, go left here!!"
AquarianM
(C) 09/28/2016
By: Daniel A. Stafford
Tuesday, September 27, 2016
So My Oldest Blog Has A New Look...
...and that in and of itself is kind of mejical.
I love to think in poetry and metaphor. I think they're powerful tools for awakening the human mind. This morning, I think I need to speak mostly in a more straightforward manner.
I'm remembering three poets who have passed away since I began writing poetry online back around the year 2000...or was it 2002? I don't really remember for certain.
Clearly the online poetry world has gone through major changes in all that time.
All three of these poets I wrote with for several years on different poetry boards before their passing. Some of their poetry can still be found online, should one care to look.
These are my poetry ghosts:
Use yours well, my readers. Thank you for stopping by and reading.
I love to think in poetry and metaphor. I think they're powerful tools for awakening the human mind. This morning, I think I need to speak mostly in a more straightforward manner.
I'm remembering three poets who have passed away since I began writing poetry online back around the year 2000...or was it 2002? I don't really remember for certain.
Clearly the online poetry world has gone through major changes in all that time.
All three of these poets I wrote with for several years on different poetry boards before their passing. Some of their poetry can still be found online, should one care to look.
These are my poetry ghosts:
- P.G. Smith of Perth, Australia. (Known online as Hope Smith)
- Ivor of Britain. (Known online as Poetic Piers)
- Christine Doran of the USA. (Known online as Talitha Ruatha)
Use yours well, my readers. Thank you for stopping by and reading.
Voices Among The Stars...
As we orbited each other,
Exchanging waves of gravity,
The Earth spun on.
I don't know if we're oblivious,
Or face oblivion.
I know you shined,
Still burn brightly in my mind.
Thank you new stars,
For the light you all gave my world.
You're missed,
Each and all.
AquarianM
(C) 09/27/2016
By: Daniel A. Stafford
Friday, September 23, 2016
Blog Updates And Wow It's Been Six Years Since I Posted Here...
Blog Updates And Wow It's Been Six Years Since I Posted Here...
I still can't believe it's been so long since I posted to this blog, (I have over 30) but I'm super-glad it's still here to post to.
*Spell Book* is one of my oldest blogs. It was showing it, too. The blog was running an ancient "classic" Blogger theme. I went in to try and update it a couple of days, and the Blogger Gremlins damn near ate my homework. The blog went down hard. It just fixed itself and came up on a modern template today. Maybe it just took several hours to convert to the new blog format. All I know is that I wanted to kiss my screen!
Worse, much of the poetry on this blog had been lost from elsewhere on the web. Some of the poems here may be my only surviving copies. Try any of those links on the list of poems I had published on Lightverse.com. They won't work. The owner of the site got a major hike in hosting costs, so he let the site go down. I've gotten emails from some of the other poets asking about it. I've emailed the guy. He says it will eventually go back up, and he has a copy of all the content, but it's going on two years now. I'm not holding my breath.
Now I get why there are always "unpublished" or "never-seen" works from so many artists that pop up from time-to-time. It's damn near impossible to stay on top of everything anymore. I have numerous notebooks and journals, and well over 30 subject-oriented blogs. (Including my main home online, www.SuperAquarian.com)
I've been through a lot of life changes over the years - moved three times, the last to California. Swapped out a 21.5-year Telecomm career for two small businesses. Gained a couple of grandchildren. Started karate, and stopped because of breaking an ankle on Illinois ice shoveling snow. Started up again just a month ago.
At any rate, I'm still around, and so is my old blog. Now it looks better than ever. Life is good.
Thank you for reading,
AquarianM
I still can't believe it's been so long since I posted to this blog, (I have over 30) but I'm super-glad it's still here to post to.
*Spell Book* is one of my oldest blogs. It was showing it, too. The blog was running an ancient "classic" Blogger theme. I went in to try and update it a couple of days, and the Blogger Gremlins damn near ate my homework. The blog went down hard. It just fixed itself and came up on a modern template today. Maybe it just took several hours to convert to the new blog format. All I know is that I wanted to kiss my screen!
Worse, much of the poetry on this blog had been lost from elsewhere on the web. Some of the poems here may be my only surviving copies. Try any of those links on the list of poems I had published on Lightverse.com. They won't work. The owner of the site got a major hike in hosting costs, so he let the site go down. I've gotten emails from some of the other poets asking about it. I've emailed the guy. He says it will eventually go back up, and he has a copy of all the content, but it's going on two years now. I'm not holding my breath.
Now I get why there are always "unpublished" or "never-seen" works from so many artists that pop up from time-to-time. It's damn near impossible to stay on top of everything anymore. I have numerous notebooks and journals, and well over 30 subject-oriented blogs. (Including my main home online, www.SuperAquarian.com)
I've been through a lot of life changes over the years - moved three times, the last to California. Swapped out a 21.5-year Telecomm career for two small businesses. Gained a couple of grandchildren. Started karate, and stopped because of breaking an ankle on Illinois ice shoveling snow. Started up again just a month ago.
At any rate, I'm still around, and so is my old blog. Now it looks better than ever. Life is good.
Thank you for reading,
AquarianM
Saturday, October 02, 2010
Path Of Jubilation...
Path Of Jubilation...
It was a year-and-a-half ago I was broken,
Wounded bird unable to fly,
Passing the seasons in injury's chains,
Wondering what the sight of recovery would mean.
The Tinker Man fixed me with bolts and braces,
As if I were a thing of tin and oil,
Yet it worked in its fashion,
In its sweet time.
I wondered then if I would walk again,
Then I wondered if I would dance,
Would I ever know the grace of the Katas,
Let alone run forward in life?
I walked and walked and walked,
Doing everything the healers bade me,
Bent and pulled and pushed,
Eventually gently danced - muted with caution.
Today the Tinker Man declared me free,
To kick and jump and run,
Race to the Moon if I dare it,
Stand in for Bruce Lee if I feel silly.
Kato I'm not,
But I'll be back in class soon,
And I'll keep walking,
Even run a little.
I am healed, and I feel fine.
AquarianM
By: Daniel A. Stafford
(C)
Back story:
Many of you know I suffered a severely broken ankle in February of 2009. It was put back together surgically, the bolts and braces are still in it. I slowly went through healing, physical therapy, walked further and further a little at a time. I even got to dancing again a little. Still, there's always a little twinge now and then, a slight reminder that it happened. I've used care and caution and stayed out of karate, never ran one single stride since, not jumped an inch. I went to the surgeon's office yesterday afternoon to see if they were going to have to take the hardware out. The surgeon was amazed at how well I've healed, and the strength and flexibility I've gotten back. I'm within a degree or two of my original range of motion in two directions, and the other two directions are as good as before the fall. Not only did he tell me that I don't have to get any hardware removed, but I'm fully cleared for any physical activity I wish to pursue within normal human limits. I plan on being back in karate by January at the latest, and to try running a bit very soon. Needless to say, this is a huge relief, and I celebrate it.
Dan
It was a year-and-a-half ago I was broken,
Wounded bird unable to fly,
Passing the seasons in injury's chains,
Wondering what the sight of recovery would mean.
The Tinker Man fixed me with bolts and braces,
As if I were a thing of tin and oil,
Yet it worked in its fashion,
In its sweet time.
I wondered then if I would walk again,
Then I wondered if I would dance,
Would I ever know the grace of the Katas,
Let alone run forward in life?
I walked and walked and walked,
Doing everything the healers bade me,
Bent and pulled and pushed,
Eventually gently danced - muted with caution.
Today the Tinker Man declared me free,
To kick and jump and run,
Race to the Moon if I dare it,
Stand in for Bruce Lee if I feel silly.
Kato I'm not,
But I'll be back in class soon,
And I'll keep walking,
Even run a little.
I am healed, and I feel fine.
AquarianM
By: Daniel A. Stafford
(C)
Back story:
Many of you know I suffered a severely broken ankle in February of 2009. It was put back together surgically, the bolts and braces are still in it. I slowly went through healing, physical therapy, walked further and further a little at a time. I even got to dancing again a little. Still, there's always a little twinge now and then, a slight reminder that it happened. I've used care and caution and stayed out of karate, never ran one single stride since, not jumped an inch. I went to the surgeon's office yesterday afternoon to see if they were going to have to take the hardware out. The surgeon was amazed at how well I've healed, and the strength and flexibility I've gotten back. I'm within a degree or two of my original range of motion in two directions, and the other two directions are as good as before the fall. Not only did he tell me that I don't have to get any hardware removed, but I'm fully cleared for any physical activity I wish to pursue within normal human limits. I plan on being back in karate by January at the latest, and to try running a bit very soon. Needless to say, this is a huge relief, and I celebrate it.
Dan
Shadow Throne...
Shadow Throne... **Awarded**
| Author | Comment | ||
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 Constellation's Family Posts: 961 (10/01/10 03:03 AM) | Shadow Throne...  I sit in the silence of the Spruce cathedral, Hearing and seeing, Patches of sunlight drift down through the canopy above, A needle carpet at my feet, This place where time is shattered, And I search the quiet for the scent of soul, Something missing in that other world outside. Every rustle and every breeze carries a scent, Sweet pollen or musty old leaves, Seasons turn me back to the beginning of time, Leaving me to think that only this stone is real, This hard thing that bears my weight in a place of surreal beauty, Where my feet rest and my heart dances. AquarianM Awarded by Rick 10/01/2010  By: Daniel A. Stafford (C) 10/01/2010 Photo in the Spruce grove, Morton Arboretum, Lisle, IL 09/28/2010. Words are the mind's bridge - it's connection to all the universe. Love is the heart's bridge - it's connection to all other souls. Loving words can work miracles. All of my currently available poetry Chapbooks are for sale at: www.lulu.com/Daniel-Stafford In the silent reflection of things gone by, we remember and gild the best, pray for the redemption of the worst, learn our lessons and move forward, hoping and dreaming of the betterments to come. Wishing us All the world-over a blessed, peaceful, and prosperous New Year and Decade...  William Stafford's (No relation I know of) poem, "When I Met My Muse." ( http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/when-i-met-my-muse/ ) Last Edited By: LostInEternity99 10/01/10 10:26 AM. Edited 1 time. | ||
Sunday, August 29, 2010
The Daydream Deficit..
We were told,
Children,
To focus on the here-and-now,
Sit up! Pay attention!
It was punished and ridiculed into us,
Practicality enforced with a social baseball bat,
We got it so well,
Dreamless to our bones.
Is it any wonder then,
We drug the daydreams out of our children,
Run a chronic national sleep defecit,
Rule our exhausted world with an iron fist?
Was the human need to dream and imagine so dangerous,
That we abhor it to the point of our own collapse?
It's known by psychologists,
Humans laugh at things that cause them social tension.
Is this why it's so hysterical,
When I dream of a world built on love?
AqarianM
By: Daniel A. Stafford
(C) 08/29/2010
Children,
To focus on the here-and-now,
Sit up! Pay attention!
It was punished and ridiculed into us,
Practicality enforced with a social baseball bat,
We got it so well,
Dreamless to our bones.
Is it any wonder then,
We drug the daydreams out of our children,
Run a chronic national sleep defecit,
Rule our exhausted world with an iron fist?
Was the human need to dream and imagine so dangerous,
That we abhor it to the point of our own collapse?
It's known by psychologists,
Humans laugh at things that cause them social tension.
Is this why it's so hysterical,
When I dream of a world built on love?
AqarianM
By: Daniel A. Stafford
(C) 08/29/2010
Friday, December 25, 2009
Fw: Merry Christmas To All, With Love...
Words are the mind's bridge - its connection to all the universe.
Love is the heart's bridge - its connection to all other souls.
Loving words can work miracles.
From: "Stafford, Daniel" <Daniel.Stafford@globalcrossing.com>
Date: Fri, 25 Dec 2009 02:58:23 -0500
To: undisclosed-recipients:;<Invalid address>
Subject: Merry Christmas To All, With Love...
Merry Christmas To All, With Love...
The lights are strung,
The presents all tucked under the tree,
Sleepy smiles on cherub faces,
Abed even for you and for me.
If ever there were a moment,
When love could be found most anywhere,
This is it.
If there's a magic to Christmas,
It's the love we all share,
That's our greatest gift.
Tonight, we do as our Teacher said - and love thy neighbor as thyself.
Merry Christmas to All,
With love.
AquarianM
By: Daniel A. Stafford
(C) 12/25/2009 - donated to public domain.
Merry Christmas To All, With Love...
Merry Christmas To All, With Love...
The lights are strung,
The presents all tucked under the tree,
Sleepy smiles on cherub faces,
Abed even for you and for me.
If ever there were a moment,
When love could be found most anywhere,
This is it.
If there's a magic to Christmas,
It's the love we all share,
That's our greatest gift.
Tonight, we do as our Teacher said - and love thy neighbor as thyself.
Merry Christmas to All,
With love.
AquarianM
By: Daniel A. Stafford
(C) 12/25/2009 - donated to public domain.
Tuesday, July 28, 2009
Welsh Hills...
Welsh Hills...
The evening is raw and fallen,
The chill bone-deep upon the wind.
The stones by the solemn blue seaside are wary and drab,
Laid in a place where hearts rage in wounded silence.
There is a cold and ancient magic there,
Amid the barrows and monoliths in the Welsh hills.
It makes people sing.
AquarianM
By: Daniel A. Stafford
(C) 07/18/2009
The evening is raw and fallen,
The chill bone-deep upon the wind.
The stones by the solemn blue seaside are wary and drab,
Laid in a place where hearts rage in wounded silence.
There is a cold and ancient magic there,
Amid the barrows and monoliths in the Welsh hills.
It makes people sing.
AquarianM
By: Daniel A. Stafford
(C) 07/18/2009
Monday, June 08, 2009
The Perfect Bowl Of Soup...
The Perfect Bowl Of Soup...
If I could take what's in your eyes,
Boil it down in a huge steaming pot,
Stir in what's in your heart,
Maybe a fresh onion,
Carrots and tears and smiles,
Celery and pain,
The scent of helpless joy,
And the taste of home,
Just a hint of future possibilities,
Ancient ways and traditions,
Youthful exuberance and chopped carrots,
Five drops of a dream come true...
The scent roiling up from the pot would leave me speechless,
The perfect bowl of soup.
AquarianM
By: Daniel A. Stafford
© 06/08/2009
Author's note:
I watched Ramen Girl tonight. Poets will get it easily.
If I could take what's in your eyes,
Boil it down in a huge steaming pot,
Stir in what's in your heart,
Maybe a fresh onion,
Carrots and tears and smiles,
Celery and pain,
The scent of helpless joy,
And the taste of home,
Just a hint of future possibilities,
Ancient ways and traditions,
Youthful exuberance and chopped carrots,
Five drops of a dream come true...
The scent roiling up from the pot would leave me speechless,
The perfect bowl of soup.
AquarianM
By: Daniel A. Stafford
© 06/08/2009
Author's note:
I watched Ramen Girl tonight. Poets will get it easily.
Wednesday, May 27, 2009
Isla De Los Suenos Malos... (Island Of Bad dreams)
Isla De Los Suenos Malos... (Island Of Bad dreams)
Life on an island,
Late afternoon sun,
Dinner at a sidewalk cafe,
Latin dancing in the streets,
Mission architecture everywhere,
Colorful and beautiful,
A movie crew filming down the street.
High-wire dancing ladies,
Cameras up high on booms,
Rooflines only pictured,
"Psst - why only the roofs?"
"A movie on Global warming, they'll blue-screen the water."
"Won't that be a thousand years from now, that deep?"
"No, a hundred at most, if it keeps going like this."
Wandering home darkness falls,
A six-story apartment house with balconies,
Wide open walls at the ground level,
Looking West waves are coming chest high,
No winds only light warm breezes,
Waves right into the house and rising,
Soaked and shivering climbing stairs,
Fourth floor finally high enough,
Fitful sleep All manage.
Morning comes,
Waves lowered down to first floor now,
Far above the beach now sunken,
No storm - rising water,
Wading to where the beach should be,
Community trying to pile sand to block waves,
Struggling as water washes all away.
Back to the house,
Movie dancers in the air in crystal skirts in the distance,
Giant squid reaching into the house searching prey,
Dodge and walk upland to the air strip.
Small plane very high,
The Earth's curve below,
The land on the map shrunken and sinking in reality below,
Everywhere.
Alarm clock rings.
AquarianM
By: Daniel A. Stafford
© 05/27/2009
Author's note: My dream last night.
Life on an island,
Late afternoon sun,
Dinner at a sidewalk cafe,
Latin dancing in the streets,
Mission architecture everywhere,
Colorful and beautiful,
A movie crew filming down the street.
High-wire dancing ladies,
Cameras up high on booms,
Rooflines only pictured,
"Psst - why only the roofs?"
"A movie on Global warming, they'll blue-screen the water."
"Won't that be a thousand years from now, that deep?"
"No, a hundred at most, if it keeps going like this."
Wandering home darkness falls,
A six-story apartment house with balconies,
Wide open walls at the ground level,
Looking West waves are coming chest high,
No winds only light warm breezes,
Waves right into the house and rising,
Soaked and shivering climbing stairs,
Fourth floor finally high enough,
Fitful sleep All manage.
Morning comes,
Waves lowered down to first floor now,
Far above the beach now sunken,
No storm - rising water,
Wading to where the beach should be,
Community trying to pile sand to block waves,
Struggling as water washes all away.
Back to the house,
Movie dancers in the air in crystal skirts in the distance,
Giant squid reaching into the house searching prey,
Dodge and walk upland to the air strip.
Small plane very high,
The Earth's curve below,
The land on the map shrunken and sinking in reality below,
Everywhere.
Alarm clock rings.
AquarianM
By: Daniel A. Stafford
© 05/27/2009
Author's note: My dream last night.
Monday, April 27, 2009
Dream Life...
Dream Life...
A course set in stardust,
Moonbeams and silver screens,
Paper wizards dying gasps,
Mental insulation encapsulated in desire,
Lust for status really is lust for better flesh,
An orchestration of psycho-science's black magic,
Played against instincts like Bach's piano,
Until no one knows reality from cotton clouds,
Sold dreams and living ignorant of nightmares.
It's so easy to lie on that sofa,
Exhausted from chronic lack of real life dreams.
AquarianM
By: Daniel A. Stafford
© 04/27/2009
Author's note:
The average working adult in the USA gets six hours per night of sleep, two of television, and very little non-corporate news. It's only with the advent of the internet that this is beginning to change.
A course set in stardust,
Moonbeams and silver screens,
Paper wizards dying gasps,
Mental insulation encapsulated in desire,
Lust for status really is lust for better flesh,
An orchestration of psycho-science's black magic,
Played against instincts like Bach's piano,
Until no one knows reality from cotton clouds,
Sold dreams and living ignorant of nightmares.
It's so easy to lie on that sofa,
Exhausted from chronic lack of real life dreams.
AquarianM
By: Daniel A. Stafford
© 04/27/2009
Author's note:
The average working adult in the USA gets six hours per night of sleep, two of television, and very little non-corporate news. It's only with the advent of the internet that this is beginning to change.
Thursday, January 15, 2009
Black Ice...
Black Ice...
In the frozen chill that is the world right now,
In the dark of silent Winter night,
Smooth riding down the highway of life,
Suddenly you’re fish-tailing wildly,
Heart beating frantic,
Trying to simply recover without getting ditched.
The temperature has dropped precipitously,
The world buried in glistening white,
Tiny flakes swirl about the air like flying diamonds,
A fairy-tale view to a seeming static world,
Hush-muffled and quiet and waiting,
It looks like damp pavement,
The only clue you’ll get.
Watch the road carefully,
Watch and be ready at an instant’s notice,
Black ice changes everything,
Faster than an eye-blink.
AquarianM
By: Daniel A. Stafford
© 01/15/2009
In the frozen chill that is the world right now,
In the dark of silent Winter night,
Smooth riding down the highway of life,
Suddenly you’re fish-tailing wildly,
Heart beating frantic,
Trying to simply recover without getting ditched.
The temperature has dropped precipitously,
The world buried in glistening white,
Tiny flakes swirl about the air like flying diamonds,
A fairy-tale view to a seeming static world,
Hush-muffled and quiet and waiting,
It looks like damp pavement,
The only clue you’ll get.
Watch the road carefully,
Watch and be ready at an instant’s notice,
Black ice changes everything,
Faster than an eye-blink.
AquarianM
By: Daniel A. Stafford
© 01/15/2009
Wednesday, December 31, 2008
Winter is calling my name...
...and AquarianM will answer.
Back in January of 2002, I started a fantasy novel entitled "AquarianM and the Heart of Winter." I had only barely begun when a Forgotten realms title which was nearly identical came out. Harry Potter was also quite fresh at the time.
I then decided to shelve the project until the other book with the very similar title had run its course.
The Harry Potter series is now also a wonderful, comfortable old shoe in literature. A classic to be treasured. However, it's been on the scene long enough that I can come back to my story, which has some similar elements and would target a similar audience/demographic.
If I can break ground with this, I have another very special concept waiting to follow.
The best fun is, I have a possible co-writer for the rest of AquarianM and The Heart of Winter. I love doing collaborative works online, especially with a talented female writer. It lends an authentic feminine perspective on the story that makes it more detailed and believable.
Keep this note in the back of your minds, because I'm hoping to drive this one home in the next year or so.
Dan
Back in January of 2002, I started a fantasy novel entitled "AquarianM and the Heart of Winter." I had only barely begun when a Forgotten realms title which was nearly identical came out. Harry Potter was also quite fresh at the time.
I then decided to shelve the project until the other book with the very similar title had run its course.
The Harry Potter series is now also a wonderful, comfortable old shoe in literature. A classic to be treasured. However, it's been on the scene long enough that I can come back to my story, which has some similar elements and would target a similar audience/demographic.
If I can break ground with this, I have another very special concept waiting to follow.
The best fun is, I have a possible co-writer for the rest of AquarianM and The Heart of Winter. I love doing collaborative works online, especially with a talented female writer. It lends an authentic feminine perspective on the story that makes it more detailed and believable.
Keep this note in the back of your minds, because I'm hoping to drive this one home in the next year or so.
Dan
Saturday, December 20, 2008
Palmer 3 Ovals Pizzelle Maker
http://www.fantes.com/pizzelle.html
Palmer 3 Ovals Pizzelle Maker
$49.99
#3362
Temporarily unavailable; being re-tooled
Makes three oval pizzelles,
4-5/8" x 2-3/4",
C. 3/16" thick with 1/8" wide grooves,
10" x 5" oval plates,
UL Listed 120v, 60hz, 800 watts,
10 year limited warranty
(Palmer stipulates that you contact them directly for warranty repairs.)
USA
Model 3600
Thursday, November 20, 2008
My new sax blog...
... is called "66 Sax" after my 1966 Selmer Bundy tenor sax, "Bello." (Serial number 411559 - and the name is a play on the English word for making a loud noise or yell, and the the Italian word for "handsome.")
You can check it out here: http://66sax.blogspot.com/ - including my healing Earth song, "Pacha Mama Prayer."
Regards and have fun,
Dan
Friday, February 15, 2008
Learning "The Empty Hand."
Just a quick note, I've started a journal about learning the art of Karate called "The Empty Hand." (Karate literally translates to "Empty Hand" in Japanese.) You can find a bit of humor and also insiders' notes on what it's like to be learning a martial art. Stop on by The Empty Hand at http://karateemptyhand.blogspot.com/ any time.
Regards,
Dan
Regards,
Dan
Tuesday, August 28, 2007
Totality...
Totality...
I reached for my cherry staff and walked,
In the whispering subconscious of pre-dawn,
Intent on seeing the Blood Moon,
Totality - the Earth's shadow eating Luna.
Sadly the fractal clouds hid her demise,
She would be reborn on the other side of Earth,
Child of our mother-world that she is.
I had to satisfy myself with another rare view,
Earth's brother Mercury tucked between two rosy dawn clouds,
I whispered to the Messenger,
Playing notes softly at the Crossroads,
Just a few whispers of harmonica.
The un-finished cherry staff stands as tall as me,
Filled with the un-seen energies of the Blood Moon,
And the visible energies of the Messenger,
Still wearing its rough bark and un-capped,
A sphere of Brazilian Amethyst awaits to crown it,
Once I find the runes true,
I will focus the sun-glass on the bare wood,
And burn its true name in Rongrongo.
Then and only then will I finish it,
Give it its foot,
And walk with its totality.
AquarianM
By Daniel A. Stafford
© 08/28/2007
I reached for my cherry staff and walked,
In the whispering subconscious of pre-dawn,
Intent on seeing the Blood Moon,
Totality - the Earth's shadow eating Luna.
Sadly the fractal clouds hid her demise,
She would be reborn on the other side of Earth,
Child of our mother-world that she is.
I had to satisfy myself with another rare view,
Earth's brother Mercury tucked between two rosy dawn clouds,
I whispered to the Messenger,
Playing notes softly at the Crossroads,
Just a few whispers of harmonica.
The un-finished cherry staff stands as tall as me,
Filled with the un-seen energies of the Blood Moon,
And the visible energies of the Messenger,
Still wearing its rough bark and un-capped,
A sphere of Brazilian Amethyst awaits to crown it,
Once I find the runes true,
I will focus the sun-glass on the bare wood,
And burn its true name in Rongrongo.
Then and only then will I finish it,
Give it its foot,
And walk with its totality.
AquarianM
By Daniel A. Stafford
© 08/28/2007
Saturday, August 25, 2007
Grymwyre of Atlantean Spells gets its own blog
For podcasting purposes, I have had to move the Grymwyre of Atlantean Spells to its own blog, which can be found here: http://grymwyre2.blogspot.com/
MP3 version of The Blood Rose of Atlantis, Part One.
Dan
MP3 version of The Blood Rose of Atlantis, Part One.
Dan
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