Does exuberant green panorama speak Spring or Summer? Mid-June paper flutters in ninety-degree heat. Rhubarb roars. Dandelions smoke cigarettes, bees hmmm carnal at rainbows. Lilacs’ brown sugar memory; mitigated with gingered peonies. Life cycles’ motors rumble. Six letters may spell what they wish. This poem is also a nod to Sanaa’s included quote (thanks Sanaa!)…
Month: June 2022
WP and their lame glitches: disappearing “duplicate” comments.
image created by Jordan Kohl Something that has been happening enough to have me here, now, writing this post, is the matter of the disappearing comments. Here is how it goes: Someone makes a comment on my post. I comment back to them and it automatically “likes” their comment when I hit send. No “underlined…
Doodads — busy week, pics of this and that
It’s been a whirlwind week. Monday I met with former work friends for lunch and did a lot of catching up. I also hosted at dVerse for the prompt about Uvalde victims. Finally, I called and had a lawn service nearby come out and mow the tall, tall grass, as the mower will be in…
dVerse — Prosery Monday — Lost? plus update: youtube of Matthew McC… speech
These are the things they don’t tell us.– Girl Du Jour, from Notes on Uvalde I’m floating up, out of the operating room ceiling, through walls, the roof of the hospital, and into the night sky. Drowsy in the black expanse, I feel warm in a giant palm that closes around my nakedness. My hospital…
Wounds I Healed: Release Date Announced! — Experiments in Fiction
This is the anthology I have 2 poems in. So excited for the release of the book and an opportunity to read the other poets who have contributed to this important work. After much hard work, I am excited to announce that the hotly-anticipated poetry anthology Wounds I Healed: The Poetry of Strong Women is…
#FF — Waterfalls
PHOTO PROMPT © David Stewart Waterfalls Willa sits in the cafe with black coffee and lemon tart. It is Joey’s eighteenth birthday. She’d made him lemon tart every birthday until his tenth. Jim gave no hint he’d abscond with Joey. Jim had been served with papers at noon; by two they were gone. Had he…
Synchronizing with nature
Female Bluebird on Fence, by Cheryl Thompson Do you know how way leads on to way? The dream class I’ve been participating in has led to an invitation to take part in a group that gathers once a month on/near the full moon and follows the wisdom found in Jamie Sams’ book, “The 13 Original…
Tao Talk 