I already spend too much money on plants, but I couldn’t resist this shade-loving pot of annuals for the front of the house. Sorry for late posting but damn this week kicked my butt every which-way. Slept until noon, which is unexcusable, but it is what it is. These are pics from fmg on Tuesday…
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.
dVerse — OLN 363 — “I see dead people.”
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…
#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,”…
Tao Talk 