Mourning at the Cemetery by Robert C. George countless veils grieve cold, still ashes endless tears in an ocean of graves where mighty trees are receptacles of innocence and early endings; and testaments to memory-entrenched egos, of iron wills that will not bend; to death Maria Berg is hosting Writober. Also linking this to Brendan’s…
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.
Friday Favorite Feature 8 — tiramisu
image by: Raffaele Diomede from Pordenone, ITALIA Trying to choose a favorite dessert for me is an exercise in futility as there are so many contenders. Today I choose tiramisu as the subject of my Friday Favorite Feature. Wikipedia describes Tiramisu as: Tiramisu (Italian: tiramisù [ˌtiramiˈsu], from tirami su, “pick me up” or “cheer me…
Book Review: “Not Forever, but for Now,” by Chuck Palahniuk with update
We’re bright young things, and no bright young thing wants to squander his life as a custodian to the dead.(from page 94) I need to put up a dartboard with adjectives and throw darts at it to choose some of my many different impressions of, _Not Forever, But For Now_ by Chuck Palahniuk. First, it…
POPO2023 Day 13
Henri Matisse, “The Blue Window” Raindrops have speckled the windows this morning. I wonder how much has fallen. Weather report’s prediction came through Last night there was no thunder/lightning. I listened/watched until dropped into dry dreams. Looking out now, I see it is still falling.
POPO2023 Day 12
Georges Seurat, Alfalfa, St. Denis It hasn’t rained in over six weeks. Everything’s still green, but you can see the grass is fading; some blades are tan. Should I mow the grass? It’s tall. Do I keep neighbors happy and grassocide? Or say feck it and explain later?
Writober Days 9-11, Owl Mask Shadow: Mother Night
Mother Night Mother Night, a gliding owl, silent in her shadow mask; message sought from down below. Tuck in for the night and ask wingspan’s breadth to silhouette, silent in her shadow mask. Honey marble full and wet whispers guidance of the way; wingspan’s breadth to silhouette. Mission end ‘ere light of day, wings in…
#FF — Built to Last
PHOTO PROMPT © Rowena Curtin “Daddy built this place to last,” May says, as her eyes travel from red brick foundation to ramrod straight walls, to sturdy metal roof. Double “i” windows stand guard, protecting the home’s inhabitants against gusts and sprays. “What’re we gonna do with Ralph?” asks Will. Ralph’s a twelve-year-old beagle Daddy…
Tao Talk 