Month: September 2020

#FF — The Wrong Shoes

PHOTO PROMPT © Roger Bultot It was so simple to don scrubs, ID, and mask. No one glanced her way on the graveyard shift as she wheeled the newborn pod from the nursery, into the elevator, and abandoned it; then carried her precious cargo out of the hospital’s delivery dock doors. Baby June, being the…

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Sand Thieves

I took a drive to a beautiful hidden place that not a lot of people know about on my way home from the cat shelter on Sunday. I learned about it years ago from my ex-boyfriend, who knew about it because his grandparents lived near it years ago. I want you to look at the…

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dVerse — Let Autumn Wait

It seems as though you are still summerby W.S. Merwin, from “To the Light of September” It seems as though you are still summeras dawn’s pink flame melts crystal dewand winds dance with sunflowers. Live, green-infused canvasand pears unperfumed,you play to stay. Let autumnwait for us.       Image:  “Doe Under Pear Tree,” taken…

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Movies, Movies, Movies! #50 – September 15, 2020

Welcome to another installment of Movies, Movies, Movies! Never Look Away (2018) Starring: Tom Schilling, Sebastian Koch, Paula Beer, Saskia Rosendahl, Oliver Masucci, Hanno Koffler, Cai Cohrs, Evgeniy Sidikhin, Ulrike C. Tscharre, Jörg Schüttauf, Jeanette Hain, Hans-Uwe Bauer, Ina Weisse and many more Director (and Writer): Florian Henckel von Donnersmarck Genres: drama; civil rights; WWII…

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#Haikai Challenge #156: new coolness (shinryoo)

Mama leads five jakesDawdled pecking crosst the roadPapa follows, lookoutAutumn’s new coolness arrivesWarm feathered huddles in night trees   This morning on my trip to the library, I waited and watched a family of turkeys crossing the road. It seems a little late for jakes, but what do I know. Note: Adult male turkeys are…

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dVerse — prosery 16 — Night Feeders

In their dreams they sleep with the moon.–From Mary Oliver, “Death at Wind River” Once pampered, now refugees, at dawn they slink in grimy, forgotten shadows of Oldtown to their den until dusk falls. Their fortress is woven with plastic, glass, and metal discarded by the giver-of-treats who will never again pet their once-luxurious fur….

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