image link This is another one of those daunting prompts from Dave, like the one asking us to choose a favorite year in music. Lyrics are probably what leaves the lasting impression in music for me, with many exceptions. Also like other prompts Dave has given us, the song I wanted to use came to…
Month: January 2023
Hobo Moon Cartoons Merch
illustration from the blog I’ve been following Hobo Moon Cartoons blog since December 2018. Not only does this very talented cartoonist feature his own collection of work, he has a history of tirelessly sharing quality animation from all times, genres, places with a dedication that is admirable. I highly recommend you click on the link…
last lines for 2022 poems
painting by Mary Sonya Conti nature’s teaching brings illumination of sun;bluff that satisfies the sequoia.each thing falls away like a leaf and tunes into each moment’s song.cold shadows fade; promised hearth warms us.elbow to elbow, we verse ourselves and flyand wave. another babe on your armas you inhale your garden,reciprocal determinersact of comfortingremains. her final…
dVerse — MTB — found poem(s) from 2022
i. The first time I saw you I heard boom Late Sunday night I’m sipping tea The first of summer, I stand before a California tree our appointed place, in our dappled green lane, ii. Is health dread chore as stone to bear, It’s quantity and quality’s Mountain Her living lingered, Her face a white…
TSM 229, Friday Writings 45, and dVerse Poetics — Hymns March
“See the Light” by Giulio Bernardi How neatly click blocks as they form the walls of box container; clay, baked dust pads prison, hope long flown, left to airless midnights. The keeper’s metals clank thrice bringing tasteless gruel; little more than corpse fuel and sensory morsels. Heat of stones tell seasons. At times I’m graced…
#FF — Chicken
PHOTO PROMPT © Fleur Lind I am a gloomy sort. Doom shrouds my world in shades of carnage red and cancer black. I confidently sidle and stalk through days and nights as my sleaze blends with darkness and my conquests beg for the mercy of release. Yesterday I notice I am being followed. Does the…
Tanka Tuesday 302 — Dawn’s Blankets
Terri Webster Shrandt Dawn’s pink and blue crystal blankets Faux-warm, smiling crystal blankets Quiet world stirs, begins anew Our home hearth burns Wind lost, aimless chimney smoke curls Disperses in lightening sky Dawn’s pink and blue crystal blankets Our home hearth burns Yesterday’s blizzard swept away Awake, awed with morning’s pastel, Sip hot coffee and…
Tao Talk 