Wings, adapted to rise in tempest’s tantrums or tears, have folded, dull with thin wisps of extinguished love. Red candle aflame shone with heat; yet physic’s lessening, fate’s decree. Darkened room fades into shadow, left only with sorrow’s chill gleam. Photograph by Anita Sedberry at Harold Ross Fine Art Photography. Carrie is today’s host of…
Month: January 2022
dVerse — She Lobo
image link I see the hum as a wolf, always present, always supportive, always ready to run. She comes to me, she of rough shaggy coat. Solid shoulders, paws anchored to the ground. She sits and watches me with eyes like bonfires. Her head tilts with my expressions and when she hears my voice as…
RFP3 — Now What?
Session 3: Keelie snuggled into Dr. Rou’s couch and began eating a large box of chocolates, one by one, as usual. Dr. Rou hoped that he would be able to help cure his 40 year-old patient’s life-long eating disorder in the six sessions that Keelie’s insurance had approved to pay for. Dr. Rou said, “Keelie,…
Oh, the weather outside is frightful — bluebird of bitterness
It’s not quite this bad here yet. We do have a weather advisory going on and it’s falling pretty heavy out there now. Please I hope it doesn’t get as bad as The Great Blizzard of 1978, that I remember well.
poetry — haiga
this is the best my phone camera could do with zoom on the hawk in the tree.
#FF — Why Libraries Matter
PHOTO PROMPT © Ted Strutz “She may never speak,” intoned Dr. Francis. John and Libby walked out of the specialist’s office with Merry toddling between them, silent, containing. When Merry was safely snuggled in dreamland with Tam, the teddy bear, they agreed that doctors’ egos made them monsters. When John and Libby took Merry to…
Tao Talk 