“Untitled” by Louis Wain Born in a barn, to a rangy queen on her tenth litter and a tom with fuzzy dice balls and only one ear, he clawed and scrambled for the teat as if his life depended on it – and it did – six litter-mates didn’t. Farmer Jones’ son, a kindly sort,…
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 MTB Pantoum (2nd) Ode to Earth Day 2024
Ode to Earth Day 2024 When winter’s terminal quiescence resurrects into spring, an insistence in tiptoes of leaf, blade, and sprout, colors creep in from waking corners. Resurrected into spring, an insistence calls beaks, close-branched to distant ocean lands; colors wing from waking corners to join, rustle, sing, court, nest, in celebration. Chick beaks from…
The Oracle Speaks: Bitter Eggs
bitter eggs bitter eggs boil black, never shine. hot spray lives on juice of less, smearing sausage sweats; trudges, rusted lazy meat. The Oracle had an unusual message today. One I will have to ponder. I used the Original set of words today. The collage is from 2019.
Friday Favorite Feature 30 — Cherry Blossoms at FMG
This pathway of cherry trees is near the entrance. There is also a walkway of them in the Japanese Gardens. Tuesdays are the days I drive to Grand Rapids to meet up with younger son and his family. This past Tuesday they got held up by a work conference call, so I had a chance…
#MMB week 16 — John Hiatt, “Icy Blue Heart”
John Hiatt John Robert Hiatt (b. 8/20/52) is an American singer-songwriter. His parents were Robert and Ruth Hiatt. He is the sixth of seven children in a Roman Catholic family from Indianapolis, Indiana. When he was 9 years old, Hiatt’s 21-year-old brother Michael died by suicide. Two years later, his father died after a long…
dVerse — MTB (pantoum) — Choosing Green
Choosing Green two roads diverge, each green;just one that you can choosefrom two to choose from streams.short win twists; turns to lose. just one that you can choose;with devil that is greed,short win twists; turns to lose.the cost? to watch love bleed. with devil that is greed,Gaia cries in despair.the cost, to watch love bleed,in…
#FF — Betsy and Old Glory
PHOTO PROMPT © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields Betsy and Old Glory Betsy Ross’ ghost still glows with pride for the manifestation of her design. Despite attempts by mansplaining vexillologists to steal credit for it, glory will remain hers. Do you remember a time when the country’s flags flew proudly on the winds of freedom? A time when…
Tao Talk 