Carl D. Phillips

The boy does not die
at the end of this story

chapter 1: parents’ knees buckle at the station
geese fall from the sky

chapter 4: girls watch fireflies float to heaven
local barman sings last call

chapter 13: skate park love unravels in secret
the lake swallows itself

chapter 20: Sunday diner breakfast is tradition
every trail leads uphill   

the boy does not die
the boy does not die

prompt: “Write a soothing novel in twelve lines.”; art: art by recombiner 

Zodiac signs + favorite things

Aries- Raindrops on roses
Taurus- Whiskers on kittens
Gemini- Bright copper kettles
Cancer- Warm woolen mittens
Leo- Brown paper packages tied up with strings
Virgo- Cream colored ponies
Libra- Crisp apple strudels
Scorpio- Doorbells
Sagittarius- Sleigh bells
Capricorn- Schnitzel with noodles
Aquarius- Wild geese that fly with the moon on their wings
Pisces- Girls in white dresses with blue satin sashes

Mantra - an Elsanna ficlet

Conceal, don’t feel.

After the Great Thaw, that mantra, once always on Elsa’s lips, melted away like mountain snow in the warmth of spring sunlight.

The young queen found herself another.

I love you.

Spoken to Anna as the two of them strolled through the garden, cheerily feeding her sister’s dear friends, the geese.

I love you.

Murmured lightly with a little laugh after Anna said something particularly amusing, then repeated again more earnestly to make sure the words’ impact were felt.

I love you.

Sung out in the evenings as Anna made her way to bed. Whispered gently over Anna’s sleeping form as Elsa looked in on her and threw another blanket over her – to make especially sure the princess spent a comfortable night.

I love you.

Said simply sometimes as Elsa gazed into Anna’s beaming face. Said simply, without prompting. Just because.

It was as though Elsa was trying to make up for all the times she should have been able to say those words to Anna during their thirteen years apart.

I love you, Anna. You’re everything to me. I love you. I love you. I love you…

The Great Goose Rescue: From WGBH Roof To Charles River, Parents And Goslings Return To Nature

For the last few weeks, we here at WGBH News have been closely following a family that moved into our Brighton studios. It’s a family of Canada geese that found a home up on our roof. But a roof isn’t a great place for little goslings, and Tuesday we saw a dramatic effort to get them someplace better.

It’s been a few months now since the geese first joined us here at WGBH. There’s actually a patch of grass on our roof, where the mother goose decided to make a nest. GBH employees watching her closely reported she was sitting on three eggs. A week or so ago, they hatched.

“There’s only certain circumstances where we can move healthy wildlife,“ said Danielle Genter of the Animal Rescue League of Boston. "Them being on a roof where they don’t have access to food, this would be one of those circumstances.”

We called the Animal Rescue League Tuesday when one of the goslings fell off the roof and landed on a ledge outside our second-floor newsroom. Reporters and producers lined up at the window to see this adorable little thing trying to get back to its nest.

Genter arrived, and WGBH facilities manager Dave Price brings her up the roofdeck to see the nest. Genter wanted to move the whole family to an area with water and more grass.

More of the story, including more video and audio, at the link


look at this angel 

he was stuck in the mud under the water of the lake in the corner of the horses field and two of the horses were literally trying to kill him??? (not mine tho) they graze next to the adult deer so theyre only opposed to baby deer apparently?? rspca took him to a wildlife place and got him checked out and he was ok just tired so they bought him back and the deer had come back so put him back with them hope hes ok :( </3 

anonymous asked:

How is gisa pronounced is it jea-sa like jeans or geese-a like geese?

Gisa like the pyramids at Giza.


Above the mountains
the geese turn into
the light again

Painting their
black silhouettes
on an open sky.

Sometimes everything
has to be
inscribed across
the heavens

so you can find
the one line
already written
inside you.

Sometimes it takes
a great sky
to find that

first, bright
and indescribable
wedge of freedom
in your own heart.

Sometimes with
the bones of the black
sticks left when the fire
has gone out

someone has written
something new
in the ashes of your life.

You are not leaving.
Even as the light fades quickly now,
you are arriving.

~ David Whyte


anonymous asked:

Can I request a Legend of Zelda Anime-Style art post??


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  • Martha (in chat):Sparkly-boy, did mother ever tell you about the tree she had as a lover?
  • James:Wait... a tree? Is that even legal?
  • Jordan:I mean... probably. You're not really like harming anyone, are you?
  • James:But I mean... but how to you do the... y'know the...
  • Jordan:Well, let me tell you, sonny.
  • James:You're going to tell me about the birds and the trees?

Gracie making her escape!