FFF 69 — Muskegon Museum of Art visit 022626

“Twister Again” by Alice Aycock I’m late with my post because yesterday was a busy day out in the community. First was book club, where we discussed Chapter 2 of Women Who Run with the Wolves by Dr. Clarissa Pinkola-Estes. Chapter 2 is deconstructing the Bluebeard Myth and how it applies to women being exploited…

dVerse Tuesday Poetics — Northern Winter Drama

Northern Winter Drama We are gauze wrapped,warped scratchy cocoons,suffered abrading wounds,suspended trapped torsos. We twist, resigned captives,winter’s frostbitten hairshirts, prey of waking hibernation,doomed chattels until melt. In full swing of Spring:All this happened, more or less.     Punam is today’s host of dVerse’ Poetics Tuesday. Punam says:The following are some opening lines. Please choose…

#FF — The Best Kind of Rap

PHOTO PROMPT © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields The Best Kind of Rap On the couch, snuggled in a throw, sipping a mug of Bailey-splashed hot rooibos tea, I listen to Roy Orbison sing, “Only the Lonely.” I feel abandoned by the present and sense no future. Snowflakes drift by outside, a flurry of past memories reminding me…

dVerse Q242 — My Middle Name

“Wild Head”                       My Middle Name Jones is my wildling……….middle name.Born ravenous……………..under howling moonChronic condition…………..that won’t be tamedDrive for satisfaction, source of bleeding shameHungry for nouns, verbs, superlative adjectives,where moderation…………..is a dirty word.I’m outside of a world………that demands control. I am today’s host for dVerse’ Quadrille…

FFF68 — Joni Mitchell’s, “The Magdalene Laundries”

Joni Mitchell’s Turbulent Indigo album cover Hello to everyone who is reading this. My name is Lisa Fox, pen name Jade Li, writing from my blog, Tao-Talk, which is an eclectic mix of music, poetry, photography, flash fiction, and more. Before getting into what led me to choose the song I did to write about,…

#FF — My Mother and I

PHOTO PROMPT © Lori Wilson My Mother and I In 1975, my father spent his junior school year in Cuba* as an Argentinian exchange student. He worked as a dishwasher at Shelly’s, named after the owner’s daughter, my mother. A year later I was born – in the laundry**. Grandpa kept us there until I…