The bread of all noble hearts . . .

Monday, June 8, 2026.

It's the Moon's day . . . Strong Southerlies are in the forecasts today. Mixed sun and clouds and a warn low 90's this afternoon in Green Country and TulseyTown.

Apple's CEO Tim Cook shares his “swan song” today at Noon CDT. The end of an era. View it on youtube (tim cook wwdc 2026 ).

Today's Apple keynote finally delivers the Siri promised back in 2024. The assistant becomes a full chatbot like ChatGPT, with its own app, chat history that syncs across devices and the power to control your apps. The catch? It’s still labeled “beta”, and you might face a wait list when iOS 27 lands in September. I asked Siri what IDK meant. She said she didn’t know. Checks out. – Kim Komando, The Current.

The creative master of American architecture, Frank Lloyd Wright was born on this day in1867 Richland Center, Wisconsin. His “Prairie style” became the basis of 20th-century residential design in the United States.

Today in 1949 British author George Orwell published his dystopian classic Nineteen Eighty-four.

Bread to all noble hearts: Tristan & Isolde : An introduction. – Sophie Strand, Make Me Good Soil. 6.7.26

… every poem carries some blessing, even if hidden. Which may be why poems are often said to be a form of prayer. Yet, it is our knowledge of death that makes us pray. Every path a child takes looks precarious to the parent's eye. And it is, and precarious is an old word that means “full of prayers.” – Michael Meade, Fathers' Prayers for Sons and Daughters, in the anthology The Rag and Bone Shop of the Heart, Harper Collins. 1992,

… poetry at its best is found rather than written. Traditionally, and for many people even today, poems have been admired chiefly for their [mechanical] craftsmanship and musicality . . .I respect and enjoy that, but I would not have worked so long and hard at my poetry if it were primarily the production of well-made objects, just as I would not have sacrificed so much for love if love were mostly about pleasure. – Linda Gregg, “The Art of Finding” posted by the Academy of American Poets, 2006.

Why My “T” Sticks

He threw a

typewriter at me

from the upstairs

front window.

“Now use that

in a poem, you bitch.”

So I did.

– Pam Ward. Rattle, #91 Spring 2026.

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