Minnesota is home to the headwaters of the three major North American watersheds that drain north to Hudson Bay, south down the Mississippi River to the Gulf of Mexico, and east out the Great Lakes and St. Lawrence River to the North Atlantic Ocean. Slicing across all three watersheds are two black Enbridge tar sands…
Month: August 2021
dVerse — Poetics — Solar Sailer
The muse alighted on my shoulder and asked, “Do you really want a home built on stone?” I thought only a moment. “Not anymore.” “Surely not one built on sand or in the trees?” “God forbid, and that goes for one on wheels.” She asked, “Where do you feel most at home?” (Knowing full-well where.)…
#FFFC 130 — “All lines are busy now…”
The photo is from A_Lesik at Shutterstock. After watching the news of Alameda, 50 miles east of here, with images of raging, ravenous flames rising above brave fire fighters, my sleep that night was uneasy. I couldn’t get the images out of my dreams. I woke up coughing, disoriented. It felt like the dream was…
Movies, Movies, Movies! #96 – August 10, 2021
Welcome to another installment of Movies, Movies, Movies! Only 3 movies reviewed this week, but all are from The Criterion Collection and all are quality films. Nashville (1975) Criterion Collection spine #683Starring: David Arkin, Barbara Baxley, Ned Beatty, Karen Black, Ronnie Blakley, Timothy Brown, Keith Carradine, Geraldine Chaplin, Robert DoQui, Shelley Duvall, Allen Garfield, Henry…
dVerse — quadrille 133 — Prayer to the Unworthy
Our time to stand and act is now as welcome is receding… En masse, to be receptive to reformation’s possibility. Gaia gave us her perfect garden and we’ve turned it into a dump. Please! Beg her to turn our hearts now to manifested love. I am today’s host of dVerse’ Quadrille Monday. I say: Your…
TSM 172 — each night she tries
by day she’s drenchedgloom’s sticky thingsforever youngforever trapped each night she triesto recapturethe special dreamwhen she felt free woolly cushionedeach night she triesshe drifts to sleepto see bright wings when moon rise and when daylight fleeseach night she triesto hear the song dim dusty trailsthat wind alongcold stone pathwayseach night she tries Carrie is…
Favorite Book Passages — from “In Search of our Mothers’ Gardens: Womanist Prose,” by Alice Walker
One thing I try to have in my life is an awareness of and openness to mystery, which, to me, is deeper than any politics, race, or geographical location. In the poems I read, a sense of mystery, a deepening of it, is what I look for – because that is what I respond to….
Tao Talk 