SD ComicCon 2026
Leave a reply
To Be Continued
hearing a familiar Knock
opens Time her Door
to the Cry of an Infant
waddl’d in a Basket of comely Dark Matter
She grins at the newborn Cosmos
just One from Many
bestow’d by the fortuitous Passions
of drifting Astral Clusters
further enhancing Speculation
by intellectual Neutrinos
on forever Yesterdays
on forever Tomorrows
on” Why?”
Today
A Most Special Moment
Hi, Fellow Bloggers.
I’ve had a lot on my plate these last couple of months.
Between out-of-state and local get-togethers with friends and
relatives, condominium complex repairs, more local hikes, a
new fitness membership, and hitting the various Farmers’
Markets and beaches (to name just a few)-- it’s all been keeping
me pretty quiet from WordPress. I’m finally finishing up on some
artwork for the San Diego ComicCon. The latest is tentatively
named “A Most Special Moment,” which I’ve entitled for my
current blog posting. Anyway, I’ll try catching up with some of
what I’ve missed, even if only less frequently.
It’s gonna be June. Almost half of 2026 has passed.
Have a wonderful day, Everyone!
Art
House Boat or Rest Area… or Both
convenient Alighting Zone
Where my Feathered Friends and I
be simply Spectators curious
of curious Shoreline Spectators
and Whatever’s Happening over There
Laguna Woods Moment
Orb of Dusk
parachutes slowly
behind the Main Wall
her polish’d Glam to fade
an Exclamation Point
to a Pleasurable Day
of Friends and Locals
Picnicking in the Park
Conception of Messier51
distant ears flowing blindly
until perk’d up by melodies
sung at the birth of Time
with arms swimming in the darkness
feeling for the right tide
when tsunamis of two breaths
embrace into love’s frenzy
fulminating night into an eon of day
whose twinkling be barely beheld
by unseen mortal orbs
Modest Heart
is there cosmetical Diversion,
masking of Womanhood
some Purity desirous for Me
to match the Beauty neither Uniform
nor Differences in Character and Creed
can camouflage?
so Failure fear not,
when, in Truth, there be None.
just steer thy wing’d Steed
into th’ Airs in Question;
cast the Clouding Net
to vacuum up the Mist’ries;
and really touch the Sun.
besides,
suppose She feels the Same
(about You.)
O, would That be a Dream!
loujen haxm'Yor 