Wolf’s Rain This is another series found by a random anime search in the library database. It only lasted one season, (30) 24-minute episodes. I’m about 75% through it. It’s a very good, solid story that mixes mythology with reality and the past with science fiction. The premise of the series is that wolves have…
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.
What’s Going on? — Weather Spirit’s Vessel
Vacation weather fades Encroaching tourists gone Sun shines in weaker splays Showers sweeten apples Everything much regreened Like second spring has sprung October ‘round corner Fresh paint on undergrowth Yes! scorch memories fade Overcoats are pulled out Unruly goldenrod Rules fence lines; honeybees We’ve survived heat records, Eating fires, killing drought Affection for coolness Takes…
#FF — Mother
PHOTO PROMPT © Sandra Crook Don and I met two years ago, at Pinky’s, where I work. He’d come in for a massage and paid extra for the happy ending. He’s been a regular since then. After a year, Don began bringing me gifts. After two, I began to look forward to his kind smile….
King (shadorma)
A grizzled hungry king waits in verdant shade’s hushed splendor while his mate hunts game to lay at his soft-pawed feet. This is a pic I took on the garden tour in July. I haven’t written many shadormas and need practice.
Tanka Tuesday 337 — Memory Dance
photo by Terri Webster Schrandt canyon’s furry paw cups in golden light her cool wet palm buoyant paradise two float as one, a timelessness in this perfect shared moment when the world disappears reciprocal love memory trails carry our currents on on we go life currents rippling outward bumping not binds but quantum platters spinning…
dVerse Poetics — The Sacrifice
Deer and Cherry Tree by Kano Tan’yû, 1667 Bowls of seasons have arced heaven since this recollection came to pass. ‘Twas before the boys hit teens, and I, a divorced young mother, yearned for resonance in a world beyond cave. Bravely traversing cyberia, an enclave, one some might call a bamboo grove, happened along the…
dVerse Prosery — Night of the Solstice
To be pretty for you I have dropped two seeds of turnsole in the dark of both eyes. — by Isabel Duarte-Gray, from the poem, Garden I remember the date my soul left my body. It was the night before the winter solstice of my seventeenth year. Mother had been down with the grip for…
Tao Talk 