Here’s another tune from SRR. I think Shaky Odds is based in The Netherlands. From the blurb at both Spotify and YouTube: Shaky Odds was founded by ‘Rusty’ Ron Hein, chance survivor of a foregone century, who pursued careers in accountancy, tax and tech before finally deciding that music might be even more fun. His…
Month: January 2024
essay: Symbiosis in 100 words
“Veins of Life,” by Miroslaw Chelchowski Symbiosis in 100 words Readers subconsciously demand soul ink. Symbiosis is in the writer’s sick need to bleed it, share it, and be rewarded for doing it. Writers who withhold it will never rise above pathetic dreamers with trust issues. Those who pour it out, beware your venue. I’ve…
dVerse — MTB — Mope’s Blanket (toddaid form)
Mope’s Blanket Season’s dark stencils sprawl on chill white slates Mope blanket smothers, ice webs of blue Binary jail except when red wings call Chips in their singing resonate hue This form is pretty tricky. Thanks for the challenge, Merril, and thanks, Jane, for tips. Merril is today’s host for dVerse’ Meeting the Bar. Merril…
#FF — Pastoral
PHOTO PROMPT © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields Pastoral Dotty, Doug, and Pickle are visiting today. Dotty and I prepare soup and salad for lunch; Finn takes Doug and Pickle out to show them livestock babies and gardens. Pickle lifts a rock behind the back barn and a coral snake bites her. Pickle’s scream echoes into the open…
MMB 2024 week 4 — “Wanting and Waiting,” by (The) Black Crowes
Chris and Rich Robinson of The Black Crowes The first Black Crowes album I bought of theirs was their debut, which I love, and one other that I haven’t listened to much. To be honest I haven’t listened to either lately and hadn’t heard from them in awhile. That’s why I was surprised to hear,…
24 SSPC 18 Deep Cold (1st week) (Jan 20 – Feb 2) Daikan — inside winter walk
Whilewalkingthe gardensat night, low light,we’re glassed in & warm.Breathing in moist exhalesof plants while wind screes outside,to satisfy keen need for green.Warm-loved glow of together time,silent songs, priceless sense of belonging. Chimes say closing time; the spell is broken.Son and wife bundle precious daughter, bracing for crunch-cold walks to cars“Bye, Grammalisa.” She waves.I lean in…
dVerse — Q193 — Don’t Pinch Me
Don’t Pinch Me In half spoon-curled,nitelight soft-glowed,mattress-warmed,flannel-soothed,vervain-sniffedfluffy clouds I face youreven-breathed,solid presence. Eyelashes droopabove cold nose,waiting; my handrising and fallingon your chest. In timeyou turn to scootch-reachcloser, low-growling. Don’t pinch me if I’m dreaming. Top image link De is today’s host for dVerse’ Quadrille Monday. De wants us to write a quadrille (exactly 44 words…
Tao Talk 