This weekend I met up with my family at Meijer Gardens and Sculpture Park in Grand Rapids to walk the indoor gardens. After my younger son, his wife, and their baby daughter left, older son and I took a stroll through the Japanese Gardens outside. As we walked through and around the pond we were…
Month: February 2022
TSM 200 — Revived
Boxed in with square plates, floundering, unable to breathe. Darkness surrounds; I sink to the bottom, inert ink chrysalis. Bu bum.. bu bum.. shaken infused with grumble vibration; woozy slakes corners smooth, fills deflated bags with vivre. I rise, kicking, alive. As part of the celebration, Carrie has asked that we say a little bit…
Dream collage and Happy Birthday George Harrison.
This is a repost from March 27, 2020. I just read Dave at, “A Sound Day“s post that February 25 is George Harrison’s birthday 79 years ago. Anyone who has read Tao-Talk for long knows how I feel about my dear Geo. I decided to repost this because Geo was part of my dreams and…
dVerse and earthweal OLW 107– Sparrowlet Form — Lakota Lament
We did not think of the great open plains, the beautiful rolling hills, the winding streams with tangled growth, as ‘wild’. Only to the white man was nature a ‘wilderness’ and only to him was it ‘infested’ with ‘wild’ animals and ‘savage’ people. To us it was tame. Earth was bountiful and we were surrounded…
#FF — Harvest
PHOTO PROMPT © Roger Bultot The key to successful livestock farming is to find the right bait. At the same time it is important not to spook the herd. Field research indicates: • food is their most compelling bait • urban areas have stock density • churches blend into any city We compel them to…
The Brit Box, Disc 2, Track 2, “Sight of You,” by Pale Saints
Pale Saints Pale Saints were an English alternative rock/shoegazing band formed in 1987 in Leeds by singer-bassist Ian Masters, guitarist Graeme Naysmith and drummer Chris Cooper. The group began as a jangly indie pop band influenced by Primal Scream’s early sound. By the time they recorded their first EP, Barging Into the Presence of God,…
dVerse — Poetics — To Everything…
‘Twas born a wiggling speck upon a weed, a green, propelling squirm with hungry need. Her yellow sun stripes black yet guileless greed, compelled, refreshed along her mystery. A burgeoned girth, her tummy gives a burp and out her ass a silver-threaded mirth. She spins with glee; soon glows a carapace — she sleeps with…
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