#SLS — Getting Spicy with, “Pepper” by The Butthole Surfers

image link I scrolled through a ton of lyrics, searching for various spices, including the word spice itself, before I happened across, “Pepper” by Butthole Surfers. I’d heard the band’s name before, and the song was familiar, but I hadn’t put the two together. The song is compelling and should have an earworm warning with…

#FFF 72 — Sugarcane documentary

One Doc and One Series Almost in tandem, I saw a documentary and a series on HULU (note: ad-free) where in the unseen world threads reach out to each other. I’ll cover the documentary today and possibly write up the FX series, “The Lowdown,” at a future time. Last year, I heard about Sugarcane and…

dVerse MTB — Shadow

ShadowYou’d not be an ideal in anyone’s fantasynor a bulls-eye to train one’s dart upon.You’re an incomplete package who shouldbe shipped back for refund; 1 Yelp star.You’re a puzzle; with fallen, irrecoverablepieces, incomplete, and donated to charity.You’re not the kind of mystery anyonewants to solve; who spreads dis-ease.You’re a shattered mirror that I stare into,a…

#FF — Idyll

Idyll Lines and curves, shadows and light plaid themselves along the water. It’s an idyll I settled into after selling my home: seven-hundred square feet; one pet allowed; in-unit washer and dryer; roomy basement storage sections; and no H.O.A. fee! I rise early, drink cuppajoe, and head out on my bicycle to CoffeeCat to sip,…

dVerse Poetics — Lunch on Peacock Island

Lunch on Peacock IslandUpon velvet rose morning,before slab of green marble,a rice paper pale peahen with lustrous copper hairshade-bathed, a-blanketedunder neatly trimmed willow;impatient small wood nympha-wait for her fiery skipper.His wake preceded him.She stepped aboard beforethe dinghy touched sandand off she, her picnic basket, and wandering skipper cut through duckweed to Peacock Island’s fragrant speckled…