PHOTO PROMPT © Lisa Fox It’s like church, with candles, low lighting, the hush as a poet approaches the microphone. Her short stature and fragile bone structure does not prepare the audience for her voice, which is like thunder on a rainy April afternoon. Or her words, that strike us with truth like hailstones. She…
Month: April 2023
Tanka Tuesday 315 — fragrant triggers sing their healing
fragrant triggers sing their healing curve and nuance, hint of meaning lilies recall textured mem’ries treasures sprout from fearless gleaning curves and nuance, hints of meaning lost and found, their voices keening listened to release energies curves and nuance, hints of meaning lilies recall textured mem’ries Triolet form Colleen Chesebro is the host of Tanka…
dVerse — Prosery — Playing to Win
image link The seed of a poem lay dormant in my heart. by Valsa George, from “Winged Words“ Trauma rattles like bingo balls in a metal cage, trapped, praying for caller’s graced hand to reach in and release them in correct alignment. It’s almost six. Players shuffle in. Most sit horseshoed with their charms and…
Monday chuckles — bluebird of bitterness (4 types of gardeners)
This guy is hilarious. Which one are you? I’m closest to the 2nd one (minus the “hemp.”)
Kerfe’s RWG 4 — Basking
Copperhead snake Mid-morning, a-stupored, I walked to the patio sipping hot cuppajoe in fuzzy bunny slippers. Plopping down in a wrought iron chair, I spied a copper snake wound round umbrella stem; like a glove she was. I raised her head; she put out a forked thread tongue to sniff my tangy unwashed scent. I…
Andrea Martin on ICWA and an Antiracist Child Welfare Policy — Turtle Talk
Andrea Martin has posted “Beyond Brackeen: Active Efforts Toward Antiracist Child Welfare Policy,” forthcoming in the Yale Law and Policy Journal, on SSRN. Here is the abstract: Due to structural racism, legal protections afforded to families of children in the foster care system have been significantly eroded and continue to be challenged. As a result, […]…
dVerse — MTB/Form — Limbo
“Eternal Dance,” by geckobird I’ll admit to you, but to deny to all others my immortal pledge, my plum juicy love the sugar for my tea, crumpet joy of union as incarnations spin, seems dizzy curse through beings, puzzling karmic inequity as we swirl, flawed, an unsolvable jigsaw; at every chance meeting, while aeons flux…
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