This summer lawn mowing season went fairly smoothly. With front, back, and side lawns and front and back fields to be mowed on the rider, regardless of what time of day and level of cloud and hat cover, it was invariably a relaxing, meditative experience. Except for that day. The loud, vibrating mower rolled towards…
Movies, Movies, Movies! #108 – December 7, 2021
Welcome to another installment of Movies, Movies, Movies! It’s great to be back in the blogging saddle again. Hoping you’ll see one or two films you recognize, find intriguing, and/or plan to see. One change you might notice in the format is I’m restricting the number of cast to the top 5 or so. If…
dVerse — Prosery — Bad Girls
I dress in their stories patterned and purple as night–from “When We Sing of Might,” by Kimberly Blaeser I pick one up at the runaway shelter. Another from her granny’s house. One from court-approved fictive kin’s house. The one picked up from the detention center is pale, with dark circles under her eyes. Wednesday is…
The Results of the World Haiku Series 2021 — Akita International Haiku Network
If you want to read fantastic international haiku from the Akita International Haiku Network, please follow this blog. My haiku and haiga will be featured in February! Instead of Matsuo Basho, it is my greatest delight and honor to announce the results of the World Haiku Series 2021. We would like to express our great…
TSM 189 — Nature Girl
Nature Girl Mama yells, “don’t get your frock dirty,” asshe skips away to play among wren tinklesand sunbeams through tall stands of pine. Bursting from the dappled path, she glimpseswhere silver ripples the mere speck of a lake;a dancing gingham butterfly flits as flowers sway. Casting off her cap and all the rest, she tip-toesamongst…
Doodads & Getting Fit — Yesterday’s walk
On my month-long blogging break, I got more out of my head and more into my body. The fitness challenge continues. Unless I buy a fat tire bike to ride this winter, bicycling is over until Spring. I have linked up with a group that does two kinds of walking: urban, which is a tame…
dVerse — MTB — Daisy Petal Fragments
“Bubbles,” by Marcus Adkins two pulsing orbs cloaked against cold in a rose-colored morning cartwheeling gulls laugh humping in the sky with the thrill of sin bright scarlet testaments in glittered shards of bliss R.E.M. springs with hope, “let my machine talk to me”* let [your] machine talk to [you] let our machines make music…
Tao Talk 