The rooftop garden has paved pathways, sculptures, ground covers, grasses,water beds for lotus and lily,and bog beds for pitcher plants.The scent of dead, tricked bugsdraws big, black robber waspswho brace their back legs atthe curve of pitcher plant mouthsand try to pluck out dissolvingcorpses without falling in.https://www.meijergardens.org
Month: October 2024
POPO2024 Day 38
I bought a painting of a bridge.Attached to it are many silky,synchronous threads.Not knowing where to hang itat first, the entryway presentedas perfect; as a portal betweenworlds, to be traversed again and again.
dVerse — Prosery Monday — Woolly Winter
There you can see a very small patch Of dark blue, framed by a little branch, Pinned up by a naughty star. — Arthur Rimbaud, from Novel Woolly Winter Months-long winter drains, where no snow brightens, no gusts whistle, and dis-ease suffocates. Today, Martha rides away in the creaky carriage after explaining she needs color…
POPO2024 Day 37
We, going northon the bike path, nearedtwo teens, heading south,on mini-bikes.Son said they’re bannedfrom any unmotored path. Better that than doingB & E’s or drugs, I thought.We all waved to each otheras we passed.Later, at an ice cream shoppe,we watcheda pudgy pre-teen with abackpack mule drugs.
Doodads — Cherry Point Market and Little Sable Point/Silver Lake (video at end of post)
I could have and probably should have taken a bike ride today as it was so beautiful out there, although things are cooling down. Instead, I took at drive north, to Cherry Point Farm and Market, the place that has both of those things and includes the “labyrinth” I’ve written about before. I bought honey…
POPO2024 Day 36
I learned yesterday thatmy 3 year-old granddaughtersoon may be going to all-daypre-school. This morning, after sleeping on it, I woke up crying.A voice – god’s or my own –said all of us belongto the world.
POPO2024 Day 35
I welcomed a guest in this morning. Cool air.In the night, it stormed.How do I know besides? Digital time’s wrong,meaning power flashed off-on,and it’s drenched outside.Soporific storm-blessed, I got 12 horizontal hours;that and a wrong time thatwasn’t telling me, “you’ve had enough.”
Tao Talk 