But these clouds are clearly foreign, such an exotic clutterAgainst the blue cloth of the sky–from “Clouds” by Constance Urdang She’d played LOTTO Club for twenty-plus years. It was probably a waste of money. If she was meant to win, she would; yet she couldn’t win if she didn’t play, and so it continued –…
Month: August 2021
Doodads August 2021 — yard plus
It’s been a hot hot August and most of what has been done outside is watering the plants to keep them alive. We had some major rain earlier this week that also involved a 12.5 hour power outage, but I feel fortunate compared to many others in MI who have had outages that are still…
“How Native students fought back against abuse and assimilation at US boarding schools” [from The Conversation] — Turtle Talk
“How Native students fought back against abuse and assimilation at US boarding schools” [from The Conversation] — Turtle Talk
#TSM 173 — Good Boy
In his eyes he’s a clown,the one who makes them laugh,makes them forget their flaws,their worries, at least for awhile.He is the scapegoat who makeseveryone feel good about themselves. In their eyes, he’s a cheap thrillA buffoon in make-up and big shoeswho’s lucky they are so generouswith their laughter.Anyone can do his job.He’s quickly forgotten…
dVerse — MTB/Form — Come the Dawn
Ev’ry night ascend appointed pathRendezvous until the dark is goneTuck away immortal flights with youCome the sober rose blush of the dawn Doesn’t matter that it isn’t realEven if it’s just in dreams it’s trueCome the sober rose blush of the dawnTuck away immortal flights with you Promise hugged with hope one day unfurledWhen the…
dVerse — Poetics — Rental
Vinyl siding that covers ant-chewed planks,chipped and broken from bottles and baseballs. Concrete steps, cracked from earth-settling, chip-ped when the second-hand fridge got delivered. All windows glass dusty panes, except one’s plastic;the flaked painted molding shows rot, disintegration. The door is hollow core, with many ghosts of locks,kick holes towards the floor of the bare…
#FF — Discombobulation
PHOTO PROMPT© Ted Strutz Myra dreamed of being an architect after her sixth-grade field trip. Mr. James showed the class wall-sized murals, blueprints, 3-D models, then walked them through a church he’d designed. Approaching the end of her first year in college, Myra asked Mr. James if she could be a summer intern. He smiled…
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