Always in the small hours . . .

Monday, July 13, 2026. It's the Moon's day . . . and it is new tonight and tomorrow. Green Country forecasts for today are much like yesterday's. Sun, clouds, moderate Nor'easters for TulseyTown. Low 90's with an index in the upper 90's late afternoon.

Leave the door open for a little joy.

Robert Reich remembers Lindsey Graham. – Lindsey Graham R.I.P. 7.12.26

On May 3, 2016, Senator Lindsey Graham posted on social media: “If we nominate Trump, we will get destroyed…….and we will deserve it.”

Call your Senator and explain why Todd Blanche should never, ever become U.S. Attorney General. – Robert Reich, substack, 7.13.26

Nobel Laureate Wole Soyinka is 92 today. The Nigerian playwright and political activist was born in 1934, Abeokuta, Nigeria.

Today is the 94th birthday of Harrison Ford, born in 1942, Chicago, Illinois.

English poet John Clare was born on this day in 1793 Helpston, Northamptonshire.

In the Small Hours

Blue diaphane, tobacco smoke
Serpentine on wet film and wood glaze,
Mutes chrome, wreathes velvet drapes,
Dims the cave of mirrors. Ghost fingers
Comb seaweed hair, stroke acquamarine veins
Of marooned mariners, captives
Of Circe's sultry notes. The barman
Dispenses igneous potions ?
Somnabulist, the band plays on.

…

Departures linger. Absences do not
Deplete the tavern. They hang over the haze
As exhalations from receded shores. Soon,
Night repossesses the silence, but till dawn
The notes hold sway, smoky
Epiphanies, possessive of the hours.

This music's plaint forgives, redeems
The deafness of the world. Night turns
Homewards, sheathed in notes of solace, pleats
The broken silence of the heart.

– Wole Soyinka In the “In the Small Hours,” in Early Poems, Oxford University Press in 1997.