Practice Makes Perfect Born traveling, son of Ivan the Strongman and Sirena, the only Mermaid in captivity, Eggbert finally asked Mr. Barnum for permission to start his own act. After hearing the pitch, Mr. Barnum agreed, but only if he performed under Mystical Umbrella with Tatiana, the Tarot Card Reader and Indica, the Snake Charmer….
Month: August 2026
dVerse — MTB / Form — Flying High
Flying High hog rise to ridge; eyes cast, I spot,scene-squeezed, a vision: peepers pop,I’m sky-high dressed in sixties mini-dress (props)fishnet stockings, pink, with high-tops,her thigh-highs! long-haired mod-podge fantasy, herthumb out. my thighs scaffold outcrop,high-tail it. chopper-roared, muffler-growled spin-outrubber gripping melting blacktop;I’m high-risk rumbly offered boarding, hog stops.burned, relieved, she climbs atopwe high-fly Laura is Tuesday’s…
#SLS — In God’s Country by U2
Jim chose yet another good prompt for Song Lyric Sunday. I came across so many good ones before settling on this old gold tune by U2. I have 3 favorite U2 albums: The Joshua Tree, Achtung Baby, and All That You Can’t Leave Behind. “In God’s Country” is from The Joshua Tree, maybe one of…
The Oracle Speaks 082226
heart is a baby belly,laugh-dazzled danceof eternities wild air. secrets lie brokenlike decayed kissesfrom young fires we asked god for cake& champagne, as we must;lingering thoughin cloud and concrete universe, use greentree voice.magic me softlike corduroy. The Oracle gave me the first stanza separately, to prepare me for the rest.
#FFF 73 — Celebrate protection of magnificent Michigamme Highlands (?)
Aug. 11, 2026Contact: Kerry Heckman, 517-643-1256 The above title, photo, date, and contact person came to me via a Michigan DNR newsletter I’m subscribed to. Reading the title, my heart was hopeful. As I began to read just how the land was going to be “protected,” my critical thinking cap started buzzing. Here’s the article, minus…
dVerse Prosery — Until We Meet Again, Dear Friend
. . . and the iridescent image swimsthrough a mirror that flows.”Stanley Kunitz (The Atlantic, 1970)from “King of the River” Until We Meet Again, Dear Friend Her cries are barely audible. She is tired. It’s been days since she’s been able to drink. She sits and looks at the water, so thirsty. She looks away, looking…
#FF — The Hotel Frederick
The Hotel Frederick It’s where old writers go to die. Stone steps welcome. Stable arches affirm. Windows manifest transparency. Moon-light guides through unlockable doors. Pietra, Librarian and Hostess, greets you with her Bodhisattva smile and shows you to your room, #317. Belle, in #318, hears your vintage Royal tapping through the wall. Soon her tap…
Tao-Talk 