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I Know The Reason   Leave a comment

Image Source: Etsy (Palestine Watermelon United Hope)

I Know the Reason

I know the reason you left the rind on the melon—
you wanted the bite to hold both worlds.

You said the green makes the red redder,
that perfection’s a kind of lie.

I just nodded, took another slice,
and thought how love is like that too—

sweet at the center,
but always holding on to something hard.

— kenne

Winter Rains   Leave a comment

Front Range of the Santa Catalina Mountains — Image by kenne

Winter rain—
desert floor darkens,
mountains hold the clouds
like old agreements
finally kept.

— kenne

Exploding Seedpod   Leave a comment

Exploding Seedpod on the DeAnza Trail — Image by kenne

Exploding Seedpod — De Anza Trail

Dry wind—
the pod cracks,
a small thunder of life.

Seeds scatter
into dust and sunlight—
each one a prayer
the earth will remember.

— kenne

Morning In The Canyon   1 comment

Sabino Canyon at Sunrise — Image by kenne

I walk into the new year
as one walks in the desert—
not to conquer,
not to hurry,
but to notice.
By the seventh day
the path is still open,
and I am still learning
to say thank you.

— kenne

Duende   Leave a comment

Duende speaks without permission — Image by kenne

Duende can’t be rehearsed

it blooms suddenly—

dark, luminous, and real,

flooding the room with soul.

— kenne

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Moonlit Sky   2 comments

Moonlit Sky — Image by kenne

This full moon—

a polished mirror of the old sun—

turns the night tender,

makes every shadow gentle.

— kenne

The Feeling   2 comments

The Feeling

The Feeling

It begins—
a tremor beneath thought,
a rumor of motion
through the bones.

This flesh remembers
what the mind forgot—
a door unlatched,
a heat before language.

I move,
or am moved,
by something older
than my own name.

— kenne

Gila Woodpecker   1 comment

Gila Woodpecker — Photo-artistry by kenne

Gila Woodpecker

comes in loud,
like a drunk at noon,
runs the little birds off,
takes what isn’t his—
sweet red from
the humminbird glass.

I don’t blame him.
world’s built that way—
noise wins,
beauty keeps its distance.

still,
I raise my coffee,
to the bastard.

— kenne

Sunset After A Rainy Day   5 comments

Sunset Over The Santa Catalina Mountains After a Rainy Day — Image by kenne

Desert-Luminous

Rain darkens the foothills,
but the sunset slips through a break in the clouds —
a copper flare brushing the Catalinas
as if the mountains were being forged anew.

— kenne

Water Lily Painting   1 comment

Water Lily Painting by kenne

The scene feels almost meditative—

water lilies glowing

against the cool pond surface,

inviting you to linger a little longer.

— kenne

Patio Nightlight   Leave a comment

Patio Nightlight — Image by kenne

A solar jar sits glowing on the patio,

quiet as a candle,

turning leftover daylight

into a soft evening companion.

— kenne

Regal Horned Lizard   Leave a comment

The Regal Horned Lizard, Sometimes Called a Horny Toad — Image by kenne

The Regal Horned Lizard settles into the grit,
color-matched to the stones and dust.

You can stare right at it
and never know you’re being watched.

— kenne

The Closing of the American Mind   5 comments

I first became aware of Allan Bloom in the late 1980s. As a fellow educator and believer in democracy, I was interested in reading his then-recent publication, The Closing of the American Mind. Having read his book, I realized that he was writing about the failure of American Universities to live up to their role of educating the elite. Bloom was a self-described elitist. For Bloom, then, the university, specifically the classics, was the most essential institution of American democracy. He wrote about and taught classes on Plato’s Republic. Taking Plato at his word, he believed that the character of a society is best expressed by the people who rule it. Thus, colleges and universities, the training ground for America’s elites, had the task of ensuring that the country’s leaders embodied the basic principles of its political regime.

 
I’m a proponent of the classics and believe in their inherent worth. But if we are to build a more convivial society where people become educated persons, thereby gaining knowledge through experience. An educated person can and should love others. Before she can love others, she must respect herself. She must feel confident and competent in herself and her role in dealing with others. She is also rational, skilled in reasoning, intuitive, and analytical in thinking. She is compassionate and warm in interpersonal relationships. She is sensitive, empathetic, and non-ethnocentric. She is an independently motivated lifelong learner. She is a problem-seeker and solver. She is fluent and flexible in her perceptions, ideas, and feelings. She is curious and an inquirer, an avid gatherer and an organizer of information and ideas. She is a copper rather than a defender, an active seeker rather than a passive acceptor. She is a clarifier of her own belief systems and values, working to remove dissonance between the ideals she professes and the actions of her daily life. She is a person who continues to grow in wisdom, competence, compassion, and reason throughout her lifetime.
 
This type of educated person is ideally suited to life in a rapidly changing society. However, in a highly controlled and stable society, which some scholars propose, such a person would pose a threat. She would be viewed as a deviant and undoubtedly would be “treated” to correct her abnormal tendencies. George Orwell describes this type of society in his book Nineteen Eighty-Four. In such a society, the educated person tends to have an authoritarian personality, having been taught and learned to accept their lot, show great respect for authority, think stereotypically about themselves and others, and believe in the absolute nature and truth of knowledge in academic disciplines. These persons are offended and threatened by the ever-increasing divergence in publicly expressed values and lifestyles. 
 
I once wrote a paper titled “A  Theory of the Functional Self.” Most theorists, however, would agree that the self is inseparable from the social contexts in which we exist. This is why, as an educator, I have tried to practice John Dewey’s philosophy, which holds that all learning occurs within a social environment. In this sense, knowledge is socially constructed based on our experiences. As Dewey puts it, the ‘educational process has two sides — one is psychological and the other is sociological.’ As John Donne states in his poetic passage:
 

No man is an island,
Entire of itself;
Every man is a piece of the continent, 
A part of the main.

If a clod be washed away by the sea,
Europe is the less,
As well as if a promontory were:
As well as if a manor of thy friend’s
Or of thine own were.

Any man’s death diminishes me,
Because I am involved in mankind.
And therefore never send to know for whom the bell tolls;
It tolls for thee.

— kenne

Our Christmas Cactus Blooms Again On Schedule   Leave a comment

For Twenty Years She Has Bloomed On Christmas Day — Image by kenne

Every year, she opens
without asking why—
white mouths of praise
lifting from the green.
How many ways
can faith be quiet?

— kenne

Desert Imagist   3 comments

Wispy Clouds High Above The Santa Catalina Mountains — by kenne

Desert Imagist

Thin wispy clouds —

ice threads pulled across the high blue,

as if the sky were mending itself

with pale stitching.