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by Shel Silverstein

An oak tree and a rosebush grew, 
Young and green together, 
Talking the talk of growing things –
Wind and water and weather. 
And while the rosebush sweetly bloomed 
The oak tree grew so high 
That now it spoke of newer things –
Eagles, mountain peaks and sky. 
“I guess you think you’re pretty great,”
The rose was heard to cry, 
Screaming as loud as it possibly could 
To the treetop in the sky. 
“And now you have no time for flower talk, 
Now that you’ve grown so tall.” 
“It’s not so much that I’ve grown,”  said the tree, 
“It’s just that you’ve stayed so small.

PAINTING: “Conversation in a Rose Garden” by Pierre Auguste Renoir (1876). Prints available at


Hooray Say the Roses (Excerpt)

by Charles Bukowski

…hooray say the roses

we have empires on our stems,

the sun moves the mouth:

hooray hooray hooray

and that is why you like us.

Art: Heroic Roses by Paul Klee


Maybe there’s a whole other universe where a square moon rises in the sky, and the stars laugh in cold voices, and some of the triangles have four sides, and some have five, and some have five raised to the fifth power of sides. In this universe there might grow roses which sing. Everything leads to everything.” STEPHEN KING

Illustration: Portion  of street art in Bruges, Belgium, by Vincent Ho. Email address ph.viny at gmail.


Excerpt from The Glass Menagerie by Tennessee Williams:

JIM. Aw, yes, I’ve placed you now! I used to call you Blue Roses. How was it that I got started calling you that?

LAURA. I was out of school a little while with pleurosis. When I came back you asked me what was the matter. I said I had pleurosis — you thought I said Blue Roses. That’s what you always called me after that!

JIM. I hope you didn’t mind.

LAURA. Oh, no — I liked it. You see, I wasn’t acquainted with many people. . . .

The Glass Menagerie made its debut in Chicago during 1944 before moving to Broadway the following year and winning the New York Drama Critics Circle Award.

Photo: Noumenon


Excerpt from Chapter 7 of Charles Bukowski’s Scarlet by Pamela Cupcakes Wood:

     “Come on inside, Kid, I’ve got a surprise for you,” he said, putting his hand behind my elbow and gently guilding me into his place. He led me right to the bedroom.

     On the bed sat a mattress wrapped in cellophane. I moved closer to the bed, bent down, and gazed at the mattress. It was covered in a pattern of roses and vines.

     “It’s so pretty,” I said. “How considerate of you. Did you do this just for me?” I asked, while thinking, “Uh oh.”

     “So, what do you say?” he said.

     “I say we’re going to need some champagne to christen it.”

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(Photo and graphic by Silver Birch.)


Thinking about roses today. Roses I have received. Roses I have sent. Roses I have smelled. Roses I have found pressed in books. Rose corsages. Roses at weddings. Roses at funerals. Roses in the garden. Roses I have read about. Roses I have heard about. Roses in rainbow colors. Roses in my dreams.

Artwork: Oil on canvas by Giovanni Ricciardi (2007). Learn more about his artwork here.