summer snow mountains shy moon’s silver cloud trick cool breeze blushes cheek A couple of nights ago it was cloudy and the moon shone so bright. My eyes were playing tricks on me.
Month: August 2022
Dverse – MTB/Form – Ginkgo Circuitry
I’ve been waiting for awhile now You hug me as I hug sky now My cool bark ‘gainst your warm skin Tree and human; sky are kin Feel the circuit now a-hum Atoms swirling as if one I’ve been waiting for awhile now You hug me as I hug sky now This poem was inspired…
#FF — The Middle Ground
PHOTO PROMPT © Roger Bultot Unless you live in our ‘hood or do business in it, you avoid it. It’s a place that makes the news, which always tolls loss. It’s a place where you either huddle behind deadbolts or play hard in the streets. Few walk the middle ground. Barry arrives at nine sharp…
Message from Bernie regarding the US Senate passing of the reconciliation bill
image link Lisa – Let me be honest with you in saying that I have very ambivalent feelings about the reconciliation bill that was passed in the Senate on Sunday, and which I voted for. This bill was a chance to do big things. It did very modest things. It was a chance to stand…
D.C. Circuit Rejects Oglala Sioux Tribe Challenge to Uranium Mine — Turtle Talk
Excerpt from the Tribal Brief: This case concerns the proposed Dewey-Burdock in situ leach uraniumextraction project in the Black Hills of South Dakota. The project lands are withinthe traditional aboriginal territory of the Tribe and included in the 1851 FortLaramie Treaty and the 1868 Fort Laramie Treaty (15 Stat., 635). The Project areais known to…
Happy International Cat Day! — BFFF
First time EVER these two voluntarily sat side by side to my knowledge. How this happened is Dotty has tried starting to steal Mlady’s spot on the couch, where Mlady will sit to my right and be petted. Sometimes Mlady sprawls across the top back middle section of the couch, where I can reach up…
dVerse — Monday Quadrille — My type
Photo is used with permission by fabulous photographer, Pat, at Chronicles Of An Anglo Swiss. my type blows blue, clouds up, purges skies of subtlety. puffs petrichor into dusty nostrils, quivers stemhairs, stirs windchimes; the type that makes the call still sparks where wyrms enter, their tidings pleased roar Yinglong’s regard embodies fortunes freefalling, pummeling,…
Tao Talk 