These have all been taken within the last week or so. The lilies are flourishing! The butterfly weed is on the wane now but a few days ago, these lovely orange butterflies were swarming it. I’ve also had the hummingbird moth here on a regular basis but it goes for the zinnias more than anything. …
Month: July 2021
Resisting Drone Terror: Behind the Scenes of Shut Down Creech! — Rise Up Times
UPDATE: learn more about who Daniel Hale is and why he’s important in this recently published New York Magazine article This is the first I’ve heard of Creech but it’s something we all need to learn more about. 60 miles from Las Vegas This fall will mark the 12th year CODEPINK, Veterans for Peace +…
TSM 171 — Matlalcueye
“Roots” 1943 by Frida Kahlo Winged angel eyes beam from a young crone’s face; mute proclamation that she’s planted. Her grounded consciousness reaches up and out, giant’s stalks to climb, vines that stretch and root in once barren fields Winged angel eyes behold as forest rise symphony of trees temper arid breeze See! Clouds come…
dVerse — MTB — Trimmed Trimmed
Grace is today’s host for dVerse’ Meeting the Bar. Grace says:Today’s challenge: To write a poem in monotetra form. You choose your theme, following the stanza structure as described. Glenn was kind enough to point out that I didn’t follow directions very well by not having every line of every stanza rhyming the same rhyme. …
dVerse — MTB — Trimmed
The locust tree is thinner nowTo keep the tree, I made a vowto trim away from dwelling; thoughlooks scrawny, wow; looks scrawny, wow! Tall sister to the short fruit treesUmbrella-like, like dog sans fleas.A pest before each time it screeched;now rustley peeps; now rustley peeps. A bigger sky around the houseWhen I look up I…
favorite book passages — on becoming real from The Velveteen Rabbit
“Real isn’t how you are made,” said the Skin Horse. “It’s a thing that happens to you. When a child loves you for a long, long time, not just to play with, but REALLY loves you, then you become Real.” “Does it hurt?” asked the Rabbit. “Sometimes,” said the Skin Horse, for he was always…
poem — Lament on the Fly
Why will the bugs not go away? Why will the bugs not go away? The heat has made them multiply They crawl, they bite, they flutter by They eat the crops, get in my eye The heat has made them multiply Their frolicked buzzes make me cringe Their frolicked buzzes make me cringe In every…
