Being right is not always right.
Wow. I needed this.
The first cell felt no call to divide.
Fed on abundant salts and sun,
still thin, it simply spread,
rocking on water, clinging to stone,
a film of obliging strength.
Its endoplasmic reticulum
was a thing of incomparable curvaceous length;
its nucleus, Golgi apparatus, RNA
magnificent. With no…
Some woodblock prints for 4th of July.
Asai Kiyoshi: “Flower Train”
Shiro Kasamatsu: “Summer Night”
Kotozuka Eiichi: “River Fireworks”
Okamura Koichi: “Sanjo Bridge”
Kitaoka Fumio: “Fireworks”
Masaaki Kobatake: “Fireworks”