“Forest Traffic!” Digital Art by Pulkit Kudiwal One late afternoonas golden sun tiredand headed to bed,mother’s children waited for signsto allay their dread.You see, the sea waschurning with chumwhere darkness comesand chokes.And the air, blanket ashfrom fires run amok.And ground bleeding oilfrom fracker spears andpipelines.Humans, arrogant, foolishfalling by the millions dead.Without the words of manbut…
Month: May 2021
Doodads — yard stroll 050821 (updated on 5/11/21)
It’s overcast today and cold enough to need my coat. The plants are doing well in the yard but we need more rain and more sun to urge them into gear. Even if not blooming they are beautiful! Green is so much better than bare and grey. This Achillea plant was brand new last year. …
Doodads 050721
I decided to take a drive to the Amish store yesterday. It’s the first time I’ve been shopping there since last March. It felt good to go for the drive and to pick out my favorites only found there again. They make the best baked goods! My two favorites are “maple braids” and “lemon sticks.”…
Book Review: Three Legends, by Paul Gallico, Illustrations by Reisie Lonette
The three “books” I read are in a slim volume titled, Three Legends, by Paul Gallico and includes: “The Snow Goose,” “The Small Miracle,” and “Ludmila.” All three have been published as separate books, but each of them qualify as either a short story or a novella. With the volume I read, published by Doubleday…
dVerse — MTB — I Promise
ORIGINAL POEM (SONG) I’m Not Sayin’, by Gordon LightfootI’m not sayin’ that I love youI’m not sayin’ that I’ll care if you love meI’m not sayin’ that I’ll careI’m not sayin’ I’ll be there when you need meI can’t give my heart to youOr tell you that I’ll sing your name up to the skyI…
#FF — A Different Sun
PHOTO PROMPT © Ted Strutz She’d met someone; started looking after walking in on Jack with Harold. All these years she’d blamed herself for not being attractive enough, accommodating enough, adventurous enough. It was time to feel warm strong arms around her that wanted her. Jack was more than generous as they split up the…
dVerse — Poetics — My name is Hattie
As many times as I look in the mirror and pin my hair just right,so its beauty hides behind my scarf, out of lusting sight, still the knife twists in my gut when I know what is to come,where fine gentlemen ogle, touch, and blurt obscenities tome the lowly, serving wench. When possible I…
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