Northern Winter Drama We are gauze wrapped,warped scratchy cocoons,suffered abrading wounds,suspended trapped torsos. We twist, resigned captives,winter’s frostbitten hairshirts, prey of waking hibernation,doomed chattels until melt. In full swing of Spring:All this happened, more or less. Punam is today’s host of dVerse’ Poetics Tuesday. Punam says:The following are some opening lines. Please choose…
#FF — The Best Kind of Rap
PHOTO PROMPT © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields The Best Kind of Rap On the couch, snuggled in a throw, sipping a mug of Bailey-splashed hot rooibos tea, I listen to Roy Orbison sing, “Only the Lonely.” I feel abandoned by the present and sense no future. Snowflakes drift by outside, a flurry of past memories reminding me…
dVerse Q242 — My Middle Name
“Wild Head” My Middle Name Jones is my wildling……….middle name.Born ravenous……………..under howling moonChronic condition…………..that won’t be tamedDrive for satisfaction, source of bleeding shameHungry for nouns, verbs, superlative adjectives,where moderation…………..is a dirty word.I’m outside of a world………that demands control. I am today’s host for dVerse’ Quadrille…
from Turtle Talk: Enbridge Line 5 in Wisconsin attempts delay tactics, plus the latest from The Current
image link from The Current “It’s the Climate, Stupid” by Jeffrey Insko excerpt: The problem with the focus on a charismatic spill, however, is that it can overshadow disasters that are less visible, that unfold more slowly, and aren’t confined to a single compelling site. Biodiversity loss, species extinction, and climate change — these calamities…
FFF68 — Joni Mitchell’s, “The Magdalene Laundries”
Joni Mitchell’s Turbulent Indigo album cover Hello to everyone who is reading this. My name is Lisa Fox, pen name Jade Li, writing from my blog, Tao-Talk, which is an eclectic mix of music, poetry, photography, flash fiction, and more. Before getting into what led me to choose the song I did to write about,…
#FF — My Mother and I
PHOTO PROMPT © Lori Wilson My Mother and I In 1975, my father spent his junior school year in Cuba* as an Argentinian exchange student. He worked as a dishwasher at Shelly’s, named after the owner’s daughter, my mother. A year later I was born – in the laundry**. Grandpa kept us there until I…
dVerse Poetics Tuesday — Heaven’s Pipe
Heaven’s PipeCelestial proof, faith’s gift preservedThrough cloth loomed from best of lifeQuiet watching, joy from joy observedGrok of love with warmth we’re curledStrands of care protect each in strifeCelestial proof, faith’s gift preservedPatience tested, yet huffs demurred,Forget-full tender kisses in moonlightQuiet watching, joy from joy observedFathomlessly from grace, unearned,Weary travelers hear heaven’s pipeCelestial proof, faith’s…
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