As I lie amongst the heather bedHigh above the ocean’s roar Looking first through my own digital catalogue for songs with Time in them, I happened across this album and this song. I did a post on it back in March 2025. The next part is from the original post: Max from PowerPop posted…
Year: 2026
What Within Us?
what within us? white men, dark suitsred ties, white shirtsarmy of pain dealerstearing apart our homesleaving us to wander, wonderwhat within uskeeps us chainedunder such vile rule? Steve’s post today inspired me to share a poem I’ve been working on for a few days. Please take a few moments to read Steve’s post and my…
haiga for winter
This was first published in 2022. Earlier in the week, all of the snow had melted. It started again a couple of days ago and hasn’t stopped since. It is steady and heavy. Spring seems so far away. cold, ever visiting impossible to ignore bones creak in the wind
The Oracle Speaks: Through Intuition See
The Oracle Speaks:Through Intuition See Warm season withererfrosting every dawn;used up blue winter. Through intuition seelight murmur life;the sweet summer rose. Blossom between then,vivid, verdant thing;thrive, feel, breathe. Bonus message: happy squirrel spiritwild poetrywind in treedo spring The Oracle Speaks through magnetic poetry, this time the poet set. Follow the link to find your message…
Julianna Riolino — Macca cover: “Every Night” — Music that strikes a chord.
I’ve been on a Canadian musical artist, Julianna Riolino, kick lately. She and backing band, The Outfit, did a series of songs, called, “Live at the Farm,” in rural Ontario. All of her other songs I’ve heard so far are originals, but I just came across this cover of Paul McCartney’s song, “Every Night.” There…
dVerse OLN 399 — cloud cotton leaves
cloud cotton leaves Just then I see cloud cotton leaf winter tree limb pleasant substitute if momentary for green Lillian is today’s host for dVerse’ OpenLinkNight.
#FF — The Wheel
PHOTO PROMPT © Jennifer Pendergast The Wheel Rolling along green in a golf cart with boot-licking lackeys, cracking crude jokes about wives, he can’t figure out which he disdains more, weak twitterings of lackeys or how uncomfortably tight his pants are after lunch. He lets out an onion-garlic belch, feels bile erupt, as sharp pain…
