Sunshine and Raindrops Photography

Hello friends. The last month has been a whirl. I took a week off as I do every year for subsistence fishing (salmon) only to fall very sick for a full two weeks, hence the lack of activity on your blogs. I confess I probably will not be able to “catch up” on all your fine posts but I’m back to read now.

I thought I’d share with you some nature photos from July before I fell ill. I hope you all enjoy.

Beach grass
Wild lupine
One thing I love about lupine is how the raindrops collect on the leaves.
Pink lupine
Some beautiful sunsets in July
No filters, just a thick haze from the chemtrails
Clovers smell so sweet in the rain
Iris
A noxious weed but still pretty
Sun through the alders
Pushki (cow parsnip) flowers, these stalks were about eight feet tall.
A few hours to sunset while fishing.
Wild bunny on the edge of my driveway.
Again, no filters, just a hazy pink sun due to all the chemtrails lately.
Wild rose
The rain is my favorite. Everything is so fresh and clean and beautiful.

tara caribou | ©2021 all photos by me

“Eyes See Soul” poetry by Jhanjhri Shah

Raw Earth Ink is proud to present Jhanjhri’s debut book of poetry, Eyes See Soul.


From the back: Eyes See Soul is an inspirational poetry collection that explores the complex themes of self-discovery and overcoming challenges. It depicts the beauty and healing that nature and twin flame love offer and provide. This instigative book is divided in three chapters titled “Life’s Base Camp”, “The Climb”, and “The View” as a metaphor for the deep feelings that seed from happenings around, the process of reflection, healing and finding the sacred soul blossom like spring flowers. With so much to offer, blank the canvas of your heart and let yourself surrender to the joy of sanctity.


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©️2021 | Jhanjhri Shah

“A Fistful of Ponies” poetry by Dan Provost

Raw Earth Ink is proud to present Dan Provost’s newest chapbook of poetry, A Fistful of Ponies.

A veteran of the small press, Dan Provost’s poetry has been published both in print and online for many years. He is the author of twelve books, including his latest Darting In and Out from Kung Fu Treachery Press. Dan has twice been nominated for the Best of the Net and has read his work throughout the United States. He lives in New Hampshire with his wife Laura and Bichon Frise Bella.


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As eBook at: Kindle.

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©️2021 | Dan Provost

Textures in Black & White Photography


tara caribou | ©2021 all photos are mine

Mostly Macro Photography

Hi friends, I hope you’re enjoying summer so far. I’ve been spending a lot of time outside, as is typical for me anyway… in particular I’ve been fascinated with the minute details of the flora around my home. I hope you enjoy a few pics.

dwarf dogwood
pushki (aka cow parsnip)
lupine
grass going to seed
geranium
more lupine
I love dandelion

tara caribou | ©2021 all photos by me

Book Review – Lost in the Hours by River Dixon

I read this book in paperback. This is an unsolicited review.


River Dixon’s third book of poetry found me, as the title goes, lost in the hours between both reading and ruminating deeper thoughts. I’m a huge fan of his work, both his poetry as well as his stories. It’s no surprise where he comes up with his blog name: The Stories In Between. For he is a master storyteller and his poetry seems to tell all the stories in between all the lines. Just as much the world in the words as what’s left unsaid, the unspoken words in between.

I took my time nice and slow with this book. I had to. Each piece was one to be savored. As the writer of his introduction said, you wonder if Mr. Dixon could maybe just once put out something merely average. Something without the sting of a savant’s perfect chords. Something that looks like maybe he worked hard to achieve the masterful lines. But no. Every piece is deep and wide. Varied and flavorful. Yet, somehow accessible.

Simply put, I lost track of how many I just shook my head, how profound! how wise! how true! I found myself speaking to the words. “Oh man.” “Yes!” “That’s it exactly.” Or the more common silent jaw-drop. Why, you ask? Because his words stir up that much wisdom in the human condition. The past hurts haunting. The never measuring up to the stick that ever grows longer. The betrayal by those who should love us the most. The love from those who should love us the least. The comfort and the heartache. It’s all here.

I am absolutely in love with this collection. I dog-eared at least twenty poems, those that got a better than A+ grade from me. I won’t name them all but randomly a few favorites were: Molded; Something About Today; Lost in the Hours; Strangers; I Understand Goodbye; and What They Don’t See. Mr. Dixon ends the book with a whopper of a 17-page poem, a dream of sorts which I think is really speaking about the struggle within. Incredible writing throughout and he gets the coveted the-perfect-book-for-me 5-stars. It just doesn’t get better than this. From length to content, to all points in between. Highly, highly recommended reading.


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be a good writer: read.
~tara caribou

Book Review – Digital Hell by William Zerveskes

I read this book in paperback. This is an unsolicited review.


Writer William Zerveskes, or @zilliam_poetry as he goes by on Instagram, is unapologetic and non-traditional in his poetry. I love it. He is super talented in word-play and clever twists and his rhythm is spot-on. Most of the work found in his debut book, which clocks in at just about 100 pages, is political and scathing. He rails against the modern predicament: society, social media, mainstream media, the American dream, corrupt government, religion, and technology.

Certainly he isn’t afraid to shake his fist at status quo and speak on the injustice of modern day living, while also being a part of it. For me, it’s refreshing to read his work. He throws “politically correct” out the window and kicks the snowflake to the curb. He shouts at the futility and snarks at the banality. Perhaps I don’t agree 100% on every political line he draws but I definitely can appreciate his passion. It’s the same for me. I admire his courage and his ability to work it all out in an entertaining way.

My only real gripe about the book lies in its odd formatting, but it’s a minor one from me. The length, the cover, the poetry, and the content all work for me.

I had to laugh at his back cover:

Some of my very favorite pieces include “Regicide: Part One” which he personifies a chess board and all the players. “Existential Vomit” with the questions ‘can I be both me and what you think of me? Have I let who I think you think I am shape me?’ Then “Scapegoat”, a poem from a dog’s point of view, which is both satirical and sadly a bit too on the nose. ‘I watch you devour animals that I’m hardwired to eat, yet I’m fed kibbles… sometimes I can’t try hard enough only to be chastised because your day sucked… sometimes I see through all your little lies but I bury it all in my cute puppy eyes.

“Eat the System” begins with ‘Good morning to you It’s a brand new day Sip on your coffee Get on your way Hit the drive thru You’re running late Clock in, clock out Day in, Day out OBEY OBEY OBEY Give in, or go without pay After all, it’s only your life It’ll be okay’…. which I think a lot of us can relate to. “Hero Worship” reminds us that no matter who we are, doctors, lawyers, rockstars, illegal immigrants, beggars… we are all human, no better, no worse than anyone else. “The Glass House” reminds us that nothing is really private anymore. As soon as you get that smartphone and hit “I agree”, it’s all being recorded and there are no more secrets.

He ends the collection with a small series “Suburban Chernobyl”, of which “Part Two: Judgement Day” is my favorite. Starting with our increasing dependence on our phones and social media, he moves on to slippery slope of creating a world of lab rats with the increasing towers and their radiation, and then on to a future where humans become so infatuated with their creation that it takes over everything, ending with the lines: ‘Love and affection And human connection Sold, so they could transcend They became the machine The machine became them And the soul had come to an end’.

I thoroughly enjoyed William’s book and it’s currently one of my favorite poetry books, with its aptness for today. I give this a 4.5/5, losing a half star for awkward formatting which was a bit uneven and off-putting. Highly recommended for those who enjoy modern free-verse poetry with a political, break-the-system theme.


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be a good writer: read.
~tara caribou

“Memoirs of an Addicted Mind” poetry by John A. Graser

Raw Earth Ink is proud to present Memoirs of an Addicted Mind: the silence is broken, a collection of poetry from first-time author, John A. Graser.

John Graser serves up hard-hitting and alternative spiritual lyrical works of poetry in his debut collection.

From the back: “When I attempted writing in 1995, little did I now that I would be writing my untold story… My writing is raw, just like how I see life, but I’m beyond grateful for the life I’ve been blessed to see and breathe. I look forward to seeing how the pages will fill in as my unpredictable tomorrow’s come and go. Light and energy… With blind faith, I blindly believe.”

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©️2021-23 | John A. Graser

You can find John over on Instagram @the_key413

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