Rosanne Cash Last year I decided to cover one female musical artist every day in the month of March. I decided to do it again this year. If you want to take a look at the artists I covered last year, go to the bottom of my blog’s main page and find the tag, Women…
Author: msjadeli
mother, gardener, retired government worker, observer, reader, learner, bicyclist, woman who runs with the wolves, lover of music!
slimverse — moon cake
One a.m.’sfull moon says,“Cheese.” She sportsgreen brocade. image link
The Sunday Muse #149 and earthweal OLW #58 — Beyond the veil
light shines, filteredthrough a chlorophyllic matrix,conningmy plant eyes. swayingwith hope, rooted as static beckons,i seebeyond moss crepe sheetsa placewhere fresh air playsbeyondalgal curtains andrank gloom. the green mirror’sdispelledshattered shards rise,redeemed,twirling in the brightreborn. I’ve only used Candace Kubinec’s form, the Waltmarie, one other time but like it so much I am using it again here….
Nightmares are Made of This (long)
Awhile back I posted a Ryan Adams and The Cardinals song that I like. It wasn’t long before I was informed that Ryan Adams has a reputation as an abuser of females. Yesterday I read that Marilyn Manson’s reign has ended. Further investigation showed that he has mentally and physically tortured his partners and others…
The Prohibition of Nuclear Weapons Becomes Law, by Marie Braun — Rise Up Times
“The U.S., the only nation to ever use nuclear weapons, should take the lead in convening talks with the other eight nuclear nations with the goal of working toward the elimination of these horrendous weapons and becoming signatories of the new landmark Treaty on the Prohibition of Nuclear Weapons.” The Prohibition of Nuclear Weapons Becomes Law,…
dVerse — MTB — A moss-covered path
Padding spongy moss, I inhale humus air to where our love playedA tunePine canopy dapples flicker as old movies play. Warbler’s songLifts me.Wait, am I dreaming or is that your laughter I hear? My breath isTethered,I see you and she, lazily languishing, your eyes twinkling into hers.Clingingillusions de-clutter; I wish you well as I turn…
#FF — First Domino
PHOTO PROMPT © Dale Rogerson Ada, Bonnie, Christy, Donna, Eileen, Francina, and Ginette grew up together in St. Ignace. Their mothers stayed home and made pasties. Their fathers worked as woodsmen, railroad men, and on the ships of Lake Michigan. They married young and followed their parents’ footsteps. They canned food in autumn, made quilts…
