M.D. Eaton's Blog: The Good Endeavor, page 2

The Etching of the Two Faces: A Short Story

         “Macular Degeneration, early onset, I gather,” were the doctor’s condemning words. Young Elijah stared at the warping letters on the wall.         “What’s to b...

Van Gogh has a Broken Heart: A Review in Brief.

“A Review in Brief” is where I offer my thoughts on a book or story from among the various facets of media, in as few words as I can manage (or as I may deem just consi...

Saturn’s Rings

Saturn’s Rings

Please let me sing

Of Saturn’s old rings;

Bearing her promise 

Of beauty beyond this

Old bride who knows

The sure king who chose

To wed her to beauty

As if it we...

The Song of the Fish Lord

“‘For all my life, I cannot tell

Why such a one would let thee fail

Like he who chasest holy whale

And die before he reach the grail.

The sea shall often have her way,

To...

The God of all Mystery

Who could know the mind of the Lord,

Who could bring him insight?

Who could sing to Him a chord

The God of music didn’t write?

The weatherman speaks through gritted teeth,

P...

Sing oh the Earth and Skies and Flowers in Bloom

Sing oh the Earth and Skies and Flowers in Bloom

Sing oh the earth and skies and flowers in bloom

Sing of the savior come to make us new

Of infant lowly and gentle as a ma...

How Shall we Remember Them?

— a poem about the grist —

Sitting out in Sidar’s cha...

The Cookie Technique

A foolproof* way to woo a woman —

The cookie technique is an ancient art

To f...

Where Sings the Whippoorwill

Where the whippoorwill wails

Where the starving artist fails

Where the old man rigs his sails

Where the tarrying trier trails

Sits an answer to their longing hearts

Sits the subject of all arts

Sits the map, the course to chart

Sits and rests, the longing hart

Sing oh whippoorwill 

Sing oh singer

Sing oh lost man

Sing and linger

Call upon the greatest subject

Call upon the grace

Call upon the endless rest

Call out to the resting place

A Review in Brief: Jayber Crow by Wendell Berry

“Telling a story is like reaching into a granary full of wheat and drawing out a handful. There is always more to tell than can be told.” - Wendell Berry, Jayber Crow

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