TSM 221 — Ghost: the sequel villanelle

Patrick Swayze (and unperturbed cat) from Ghost You died with me when I met my end When midnight struck and tore asunder Grief seeps through worlds to join us again Not just soulmate, lover, and best friend Time slows to still with Fate’s foul blunder You died with me when I met my end Though…

Getting Fit: longest and farthest bike ride so far this season

I’ve been wanting to take this ride since last year and today I did it.  I rode from my house, around Muskegon Lake, and out to Lake MI — and back.  It would have been cooler if I would have left early in the morning, but instead I left after 11 a.m.  My speed continues…

Turntable Talk: Cover Me — “Comfortably Numb,” by Roger Waters & Company on the In the Flesh Tour on June 27, 2000 at The Rose Garden Arena in Portland Oregon, featuring Doyle Bramhall II and Snowy White on lead guitars.

Instead of an essay on cover songs that gives a rationale of what kind I like or don’t like and why, I want to take it in another direction. What I want to talk about in today’s essay on cover songs is what I will dub a semi-cover or modified cover of an original, which…

dVerse — Form — The Big Bluff

I stand before a California tree Tree that stands tall in Michigan Michigan is no place for sequoia Sequoia only home is California California seedlings trans planted Planted in Manistee, at the lake Lake Michigan’s temperate bluff Bluff that satisfies the sequoia Earlier in the week, I heard there were sequoia trees growing in Manistee,…

raindrops (tanka)

thick drops of wet plop on the dusty greenhouse glass night storm brings cool air wind chimes as fulfilled promise hopeful times are here

#FF — Tenth Anniversary

PHOTO PROMPT © Bill Reynolds Today is the tenth anniversary … of her leaving. He’s not sure why he’s programmed his phone to beep for it every year. It’s not as if he doesn’t have a reminder each time he steps outside or looks from his northern window. Mary was in the barn, brushing Jinn….

dVerse — Poetics — This is Nuts

Falling off the wagon sometime in mid-late June While the house watchdogs slept, I struck out for Forbidden late night snack under sugar plum moon I skulked noir urban jumble, fumbling for my cash Thirsty ear piqued for tunes at speak easy dance, By moon’s shine, I sought cursed, dastardly mash Alas, that whisky barrel…