image link Heart crushed Went deep too fast Hyperbaric chamber Conjures a living past Cells tainted With the scent And smile of him Tears long gone Dry chambers Entombed Within the other Ghosts dangling Before blinded eyes Bones rattling On deaf ears Psyche’s burned imprint Limbic extinguishment A terminal contradiction the daily prompt —…
Year: 2017
Masters of the Universe
image link image link image link Mushrooms have been magical entities forever, across individuals, timelines, and cultures. Mushrooms elicit emotional responses from people, whether it is a love or hate relationship. Having read that mushrooms eat radiation for breakfast before, the daily prompt prompted me to go find data to flesh out the databyte. The…
The Second Third
image link Over 20 years ago, a class assignment was given to interview someone connected with my field of study. I chose to interview a judge that had been at it for probably 40 years. I wanted to try to get a sense of what conclusions he had drawn over his years on the bench…
Old Bones On The Shore
Another exquisite photograph by Ted Jennings that has inspired a haiku: My lifesap fading I reach out, touching you to share our afterlives. TPJphoto.net Two shots of bones around sunset. Old Bones On The Shore – click to enlarge Old Bones On The Shore – click to enlarge The great thing here, you can wait…
The Man Who Cried Wolf
image link Crawled from the womb To be hungry Wails from the crib Fell on deaf ears Untended filth and rash An unloved infant Dressed up and Brought out for family gatherings. A boy, a smart boy, Learned the streets Learned the shops who gave treats Found metal and gears And fashioned machines A…
River Run Red — Midnight Oil
One of the best riffs of any song I’ve heard. From 1999’s Midnight Oil’s, Blue Sky Mining. One thing I love about this band is their acute caring for Mother Gaia. The whole CD is a work of beauty and caring for precious things. the daily prompt — riff
The Daily Prompt — Black — Soil and PJ
image link The first thing that comes to mind with the word Black is Eddie Vedder mournfully wailing about his lost love. More about that later. The next thing is soil. Connected to yesterday’s prompt, neophyte, before I knew anything about gardening, my belief was that the blacker the soil was the better it was…
Tao Talk 