The Shapes of Life

by IRENE FOWLER, Contributor

The earth was formless and desolate. The raging ocean that covered everything was engulfed in total darkness, and the Spirit of God was moving over the water.”

– Genesis 1:2 (Good News Translation)


The influence of teachers extends beyond the classroom, well into the future. It is they who shape and enrich the minds of the young, who touch their hearts and souls. It is they who shape a nation’s future.”

– F. Sionil Jose


“Be as soft as possible, if something good and wise wants to shape you; be as hard as possible, if something bad and foolish wants to shape you.”

Mehmet Murat ildan


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A Poem for National Rum Day

Rum has a mixed history, and like all distilled spirits, it can be your friend or your enemy.

Rum has long been associated with sailors and pirates. In the West Indies during the 1600s, large plantations grew sugar cane. When they extracted the sugar, they created a by-product called molasses. For years, the molasses was a waste product until it was discovered it could be distilled – and that is how rum came to be. Rum not only became a commodity for trade but was also a ration on the ships that delivered it. It remained a tradition in the Royal Navy that British sailors received an allotment of rum until the practice was discontinued in 1970.

In 1764, the British Crown placed a tax on the American colonies for sugar, molasses, and rum. This tax was called The Sugar Act of 1764. The unrest this caused led to more friction between the colonials and the crown, starting the colonies on the road to the American Revolution.

Rum is now the third most popular spirit in the U.S. Only vodka and all the whiskeys combined beat it for first and second-rankings. The spirit is used in citrusy mixed drinks, and cool blended summer cocktails, conjuring sandy beaches and drinks with brightly colored little umbrellas. However, dark rum  is also used for hot mulled punches and toddies in winter.



Molly Fisk (1955) American poet and essayist; her poetry collections include The More Difficult Beauty, and Listening to Winter. She has also published several essay collections, including, Blow-Drying a Chicken: Observations from a Working Poet; Using Your Turn Signals Promotes World Peace; Houston, We Have a Possum; and  Naming Your Teeth: More Observations from a Working Poet. In 2019, while serving as Poet Laureate of Nevada County, California, she was named an Academy of American Poets Laureate Fellow.

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TCS: Poets Forged in the Heat of August

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“I just completed a long car trip on a Sunday
in August with two small children, which
believe me is enough to convince you that

Samuel Beckett was right about everything.”

― Lev Grossman

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International Lefthanders Day

To be hated cordially, is only a left-handed compliment.
                       – Herman Melville

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Today is International Left-Handers Day.

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Vladimir the Vicious

by IRENE FOWLER, Contributor

Upon being informed that her famished and desperate peasant compatriots could not afford their staple diet of bread, the Queen of France Marie-Antoinette (1755-1799) allegedly retorted – “let them eat cake.” The dire situation of looming mass-starvation was due to harsh, inclement weather and concomitant poor harvests from 1877-1899.



In essence, her callous and cruel message to her fellow citizens, who were being deprived of their daily sustenance through no fault of their own, is on par with Russian President Vladimir Putin’s cynical, heartless, response to Africa’s Russia-driven food shortages. In true megalomaniac fashion, he nonchalantly swatted away alarming concerns, by falsely blaming sanctions imposed on Russia for the portentous catastrophe. Thereby, Putin, made a mockery of the debacle and the continent of circa 1.4 billion people.

Putin’s illegal and unprovoked brutal war on Ukraine, now in its fifth dark month, is notable for the level of barbarism carried out by his delinquent invading forces. Their documented war crimes do not end with vicious military attacks on civilian populations and critical, non-military infrastructure within Ukraine. By blockading vital Ukraine seaports, Putin has mounted a savage medieval siege on the country, preventing the shipment of vital grain supplies to the African continent.

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A Poem for World Lion Day

Where lions once ruled, they are quietly disappearing
National Geographic headline in 2019

The first World Lion Day was launched on August 10, 2013, to raise awareness of how close the world is to the extinction of lions in the wild – current estimates are that only about 20,000 lions are still living outside captivity – a wild population loss of 95% just since the 1940s. At the current rate of decline, the African Lion will disappear from the wild by 2050.

By coincidence, most of August falls in the astrological sign of Leo, an elemental Fire sign, which governs the heart. While completely unscientific, astrology has provided much rich symbolism to poets – and terrible pick-up lines for adolescent males trolling for one-night stands.

Lions too have become versatile symbols, subject to admiration and awe, but also to pity or satire. What they need now from humans is our determination that they shall not vanish from the wild.

To read Margaret Atwood’s poem “Sekhmet, The Lion-Headed Goddess Of War” click:

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TCS: We Should Be Kind While There Is Still Time

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“The children start school now in August.
They say it has to do with air-conditioning,
but I know sadism when I see it.”

― from My Southern Journey: True Stories
from the Heart of the South, by Rick Bragg

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A Poem for Hiroshima Day

August 6, 1945, World War II – The U.S. B-29 Enola Gay dropped the “Little Boy” atomic bomb on Hiroshima, Japan. 70,000 people died instantly, thousands died from burns, and more died over the following years from radiation. The date is commemorated by the Hiroshima Peace Ceremony & Peace Message Lantern Floating in Japan, and as Hiroshima Day in the U.S. and UK.

Sankichi Tōge (1917 – 1953) was a Japanese poet, activist, and survivor of the atomic bombing of Hiroshima. His collection “Poems of the Atomic Bomb” was published in 1951. Karen Thornber is a recipient of the 2011 Sibley Prize from the University of Chicago for her translation of his collection.

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The Birdie Bebop

by IRENE FOWLER, Contributor

“A bird does not sing because it has an answer, it sings because
it has a song.”  – Maya Angelou

“Enjoy the little things in life because one day you’ll look back and realize they were the big things.”  – Kurt Vonnegut

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TCS: Reprise of the Dame Days of Summer

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It was August. For years it was August . . .
there was heat like wet gauze and a high, white sky
and music coming from everywhere at once.

— Paula McLain,  A Ticket to Ride

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