I see dead people. on the screenthen in my dreamsbabies sprawled,unable to crawlbeyond nursingparents cursingchildren’s infanticideendpoint stratifiedsoon en-gravedprayers unsaved there can be no victory in thisspite; parents’ grieving last kissesvengeful extinguishing innocentstoo many eyes crying in heaventoo many hollow sockets put to rest “I see dead people.” — from The Sixth Sense (1999) top image…
Author: Lisa or Li
mother, grandmother, gardener, observer of nature, reader, writer, learner, bicyclist, woman who runs with the wolves, lover of music, philosophical daoist. Welcome.
#FF — Servant
PHOTO PROMPT © Roger Bultot Servant I was once grains of silica blanketing shores and lakebeds, a servant to feet, fins, and flora. You capture me unaware. Screened under your watchful eyes, I finally meet your demanding requirements. Crucibled with soda and lime, you stoke my passion with seventeen-hundred-degree Celcius flames until I’m an amorphous…
dVerse Poetics — ekphrastic to art of Catrin Welz-Stein — blind
blind blind to herself delectable vision to others eyes sting her flesh her tender skin blotched with their leers she yearns to vanish her graceful demure discounted by the lechers discarded to strip toss her like dice in dirty games, to gamble her despised treasure away she stumbles drawn by call of falling water where…
dVerse — Prosery — Answered Prayers
I pray to God that she may lieForever with unopened eye— from Edgar Allan Poe’s, “The Sleeper” Millicent and I are born eighteen months apart; she in the heat of August, and I in the chill of January. Our temperaments follow our seasons. She, vivacious, fire in her blood; and I, pale, introverted, with a…
The Oracle Speaks: The Botany of Desire Part 2
to a beeeach plant isa meadow, dripping dew;drenched petalsfield to harvest.tender wildflowerengorge in season
Friday Favorite Feature 36 nature and music, “Slight Return,” by The Bluetones
May has seemed to go by in a glorious whirl. Traveling over to fmg once a week and being out and about in nature, I’ve taken way more pics this month than there has been time to post. Including them here or a fair number of them. Also, a song at the end, “Slight Return,”…
dVerse — MTB — HMOs and Castaways
Roy Lichtenstein Onomatopoeia Collage HMOs and CastawaysBrrrrrrring!Old school receptionistbuffs her nails, oblivious.Tinnitis’ eardrumfibrillations chatter my teeth.Answer it already!Its screech is as bad as piteous yipsof the neighbor dogwhose keepers’eyeballs swivel their screensinstead of thwapping a rubber ball for not-so-cutegrown fido to chase.Fido’s yanking on his chain,collar-frictioned neck rubbed raw.SHUTTHEFUKKUP! they screamand he yips to their attention,…
Tao Talk 