Spit mixed with dirt – Muddy words flow
It’s been a bit warm for me the last few days, nearly reaching 60*F (16c). I took my socks and shoes off and headed for the beach to do some target practice with my pistol and then some walking in tidepools and taking a few shots with my camera instead. I hope you guys enjoy.













tara caribou | ©2021
All photos are mine. Unedited and raw.

I read this in paperback. This is an unsolicited review.
Smorgasbord is an apt title, I’ll start with that. The book reads like a mishmash collection of writing that somehow makes sense in the end. Author Frank LaManna delves into creative writing (generally dark themes), some random thoughts, philosophy, numerology, synchronicities, and autobiography relating to the current state of the world. From the back: “…edgy and bold, some portions … very opinionated… Take whatever you have in your head about what a traditional book is supposed to be like and forget it.” That is the perfect explanation right there.
My favorite chapter had to be “LaManna” (written in Greek). Here the author, whose enthusiasm shines through easily, delves into numerology regarding generations, years, history, and the like. It was fascinating food for thought. Like the rest of his writing, he never forces his ideas in your face, rather makes interesting notes pointing the the reader in one direction or another and says: now how about that? One can tell he’s a teacher at heart because that is how he writes. Not the teachers of today who tend to preach without room for individual thought, but instead the teacher (of philosophy) from previous days when critical thought was the name. While I didn’t always come to the same conclusions he did, I appreciated the way he meanders through thoughts and ideas, sparking conversation.
What I liked: I love the cover and the length of the book, at just over 130 pages. I also appreciate LaManna’s voice. It’s easy and relatable, not pretentious or overbearing.
What I didn’t: initially the style seemed all over the place and disjointed. That said, by the time I was a quarter of the way through, I recognized it was just his style and I settled in for an entertaining and thought-provoking read. I did not care for the illustrations at the beginning of each chapter. For me, they did not help the book or accentuate it. In my opinion, they lowered the value of the words.
Final thoughts: I have mixed feelings about the book. It’s an easy read, per the author’s voice and style, though some of the topics may be off-putting. I personally am okay with that because I like deep conversations and discussions that might make one uncomfortable, in the way that they may make you question your beliefs or preconceived (ie: preprogrammed) ideas about the world. That said, it narrows the field for those who will appreciate what he’s conveying. It’s a mixed bag but one I happily took a gamble on. I wasn’t disappointed. With 4/5 stars, I recommend the book to those who appreciate philosophical autobiographical topics, and in this case, especially related to living circumstances and the current state of the world.
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~tara caribou
A FINAL NOTE ON REVIEWS: it may seem that I am harsh on many writers for their editing, formatting, grammar, punctuation, etc. I do so unapologetically. First, because this is a review not a popularity contest. Second, because honest criticism should help us grow as artists.
The fact of the matter is, these things MATTER. A mathematician must use his tools and use them correctly to be an effective mathematician. A surgeon cannot simply say, “I know I can’t sew the wound closed but at least I could remove the appendix or whatever that thing is called.” Same with writers. We can’t claim to be writers yet refuse to use proper spelling, grammar, and punctuation. We can’t claim to be a photographer just because we know how to push the button on the camera (or phone). There’s an art to it.
So while I may appreciate the artist as a person and their words, I believe that it does us all a disservice to claim that lower quality editing is okay, whether in word, deed, or omission of criticism. Instead: believe in yourself! Believe in the power of your words! Put the effort into being the very best you can be. Ask for help. Grow and learn.

River Dixon reigns in the writing arena. Hands down one of my favorite authors from the very first piece I ever read, this latest collection of poetry from him is no slouch. River shares twenty-seven of his dark, rich, deep-rooted poems. In fact, I had only two complaints… first, I had to read it in e-book as it is offered electronically exclusively and I prefer paper. Second. It’s too damn short. I love this author way too much to be teased with such a short collection… although, if I’m honest with myself, I suppose I’d rather read a chapbook than no book. So this is a half-gripe.
Every piece within was outstanding, as I expect from this author. A few of my favorites were “All My Time” which starts out with the lines ‘Spend all my time Searching for new ways To say the same old thing’ and ending with the hollow hope of one day having something of value to show for all these days of creating and re-creating. I personally identify with the vast majority of his poetry and this one contains the some of the same thoughts that worry me for my own art. “Scraps” paints a haunting reminder when we fail ourselves and others, even unintentionally, and the after-images left behind as a result. In “The Way it Was” I appreciated the extreme imagery of broken glass shredding one’s skin as reality crashes in on the fantasy world we wrap ourselves in while attempting to please those who watch. “There Was a Place” holds deep longing in memories of something special no longer held. Poignant and relatable. “Till Then” was my favorite piece in the book. Starts where it should: at the beginning, being molded with devilish care, cutting off parts and pieces of the innocent to fit a certain pre-conceived mold. And moving forward through time, realizing that they don’t need to continue cutting on you and shaping you because you are doing it to yourself now. It’s diabolical and unfortunately happens far too often. I speak from real experience here… breaking away from that sort of torture, that mind-circumcision, is very hard to do, and I fear impossible in many cases (in the mind’s eye).
Stellar collection and of course I’ll be slobbering for more morsels when they’re cast out for us. I’m giving this 4.75/5 because, damn it, I want a paperback (and I sort of recanted on the length). Highly recommended to those who appreciate dark modern free verse with the penchant to read the stories in between the lines.
Read more from River Dixon on his website thestoriesinbetween.com
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~tara caribou


















tara caribou | ©2021
All photos by me.
I hope you don’t mind me sharing a few more photos. I’ve been spending quite a bit of time staring outside and walking around because I fear winter is coming to an end and I’m getting a little sad about that. I swear it just started but then I look at the calender and realize, oh yeah, it’s been five and a half months since first snows… sighhh.

Open skies and sunset nearing.

One of those moody days at the beach and crystal clear views.

Cloudy all day but then as the sun set, it poked out below the clouds and lit up everything pink… for like six minutes.

Should we talk about the fact this sign is in a three foot ditch or that I am going to miss all this snow all too soon?

Shooting the moon at sunset but then I saw the bunny sitting so cute directly below it. Had to go back and forth, bunny, moon, bunny, moon.

Worm moon, so they say, but there won’t be any worms showing up anytime soon… except in my composting bin.

Sunset three minutes after the pink one (below).

Pink sunset looking away from the set, frozen ice on the dock pilings.

Moon above the bunny, several days ago.

Outrageous sunsets. No filters. Unreal.
tara caribou | ©2021
All photos taken by me.
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