At MercyWhen temps dip belowzero, wind moans bite-numbing frostbite song;at midnight, quiet sighs,a clicking trip: mini-splitdies. Layering buffer works for pudgy humans, cats;wee fishies not so much.We, at mercy of Motherand Machine, firetroubleshooting;ah! warm again!Notes: I’ve had 3 power outages this winter. One was via the power company with downed trees, with power/heat restored within…
Dirty Sham Wow (poem)
Dirty Sham WowHalf dead bully who doesn’t give a rat’s asswhat anybody thinks of him. Just like kidsin school, the hateful wannabes are in hisshadow, enforcing his sociopathic reign of fuckery upon the peoples and landscapesof the globe. Threatening to invade, thendrawing back after everyone gets all hotand bothered. Laughing with his endlesstweets and moronic…
FFF 65 — Cold Ass Weather
I’m not sure what’s going on with WP, but they’ve done something to it. Why mess with the Classic editor? It’s simple for us non-techies and I’ve enjoyed using it since starting blogging at WP. Now you’ve effed with it. Put the KISS option back the way it was please. I was snowed in from…
#FF — Ta-da!
PHOTO PROMPT © Dale Rogerson Ta-da! “Honey, I have a surprise for you.” Laney notes an excitement in Jones’ voice she hasn’t heard since they’d seen a white buffalo in Montana. “Can you give me a hint?” “A teensy one. Remember you told me I’d better have something to fill the vacuum with when I…
dVerse Poetics Tuesday — Snow Siren Sea
Snow Siren Sea I like its brightness on scape, white bleaching in stillnessmy warm house like a cozy ship, through portholes gaze uponfrozen sea, where I imagine, bundled up, winter sailor, I braveto swim through it with muk-a-luks to island of parting siren.Warming frozen lock with mittenedpaws, it blessedly clicks.Oh memory, ice solid, that indeed…
dVerse Prosery Monday — Final kiss
Bury me with the lies I told.–Alejandro Escovedo, from “Bury Me“ Final Kiss We grew up as neighbors. Your folks and ours were best friends. Moms canning peaches together every summer. Dads on the same bowling league. Remember when we all got Stingrays with banana seats? I remember it started in 9th grade, when we…
#TNG 108 — tree
Judy Dykstra-Brown is the host of The Numbers Game. Usually I put the # she gives into the media search box and choose from the pictures that show up. Judy also gives us the option of: If instead of numbers, you have changed the identifiers of all your photos into words, pick a word or words…
Tao Talk 