#FF — I Remember Part 3

PHOTO PROMPT © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields Manny, our neighbor, pounded on our door. “What’s going on in there. Loretta has called the police.” Manny and Loretta had tolerated Mama’s wails during Daddy’s “corrections,” but now that a baby was involved… “You’re going to pay for this,” Daddy said, and squeezed Mama’s arm, hard. Soon, Officer Jones…

Gov. Whitmer Attends State-Tribal Summit in Sault Ste. Marie, Appoints First Tribal Citizen Ever to Michigan Court of Appeals  — Turtle Talk

Michigan Executive Office of the Governor sent this bulletin at 12/06/2022 04:04 PM EST FOR IMMEDIATE RELEASE    December 6, 2022   Contact: Press@Michigan.gov       Gov. Whitmer Attends State-Tribal Summit in Sault Ste. Marie, Appoints First Tribal Citizen Ever to Michigan Court of Appeals  Governor meets leaders from every tribe to continue collaboration on shared priorities, makes historic appointment to second-highest court in Michigan  LANSING, Mich. – Today, Governor […]…

dVerse — Poetics — Winter Things

Badger Tracks photo, © Philip Precey Winter things leave impressionslong after Spring arrives; thawedfootprints of snow, muddy residueof limbic past, when the houndsof winter howled after fresh tracks. Lillian is today’s host for dVerse’ Poetics. Lillian says:You’ve probably guessed by now where this is going. I’d like you to use at least two of the titles…

dVerse — Prosery — The Tender Gray

In the tender gray, I swim undisturbed.by Celia Dropkin, from,  “In Sullivan County” I was a first grandchild who basked in the attention of grandparents, aunts, uncles, and the warm light of my parents. The war had ended a few years before my birth. It was a time when food, supplies, and gasoline were rationed….

TSM 238 — Short Time*

Photo by Hein Rich on Flickr Marco had dreamed so long of a time when he could hold peace close to his heart. And now, here she was, resting with him, warm and downy, with no urge to fly. He sat with her in the sun, reveling at the quiet, healing power of her presence….

dVerse — MTB — Mother always knows best.

this, our living dream we huddled ones without a home? flocking, schooling, living rainbows. back then sweet with their secrets of touch and time “We’ve been waiting for you. What took you so long?” We may never know parents weep at graveto death’s fragrant song doom’s dissonant stay No more poem to write today Top…