This weekend our town hosted one of its annual “bike times,” where a bunch of people converge on downtown on various kinds of motorcycles to party, show-off, check out each others’ rides, listen to live music, drink beer, eat good food, and just generally get rowdy. I’ve walked it with my ex-bf before and with…
Author: Lisa or Li
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The Unicorn Challenge 072123 — Biblical
© Ayr/Gray Barksley refused to believe his unnatural proclivities were his fault. Having been sent away to Saint Percival Boarding School at age nine, he was predated upon in every fashion by everyone who was stronger than he was, and everyone was stronger. Nuns rapped his knuckles with the metal edges of rulers for not…
The Salton Sea’s Cloud of Toxic Dust
image link from here, which also leads to more information about the hazards of the dust I’ve blogged about The Salton Sea a few times over the years, including here. I came across the following article about the current, alarming situation regarding the sea and those who work and live near it. As the Salton…
nature haiku
still along spines a green baby monster waits for dinner
#FF — A Summer of Rickshaw
PHOTO PROMPT © Amanda Forestwood My hunger lashed me to a criminal lifestyle, yet I had neither the wiles nor the heart for crime. My third arrest for pie stealing had my voluminous form standing before Magistrate Holmes. From high on her perch of justice, the magistrate sentenced me to a summer of rickshaw. From…
Tanka Tuesday 329 — Mourning Doves
you may call them turtle doves; monogamous pairs yet menage a trois at times, during courtship games when wings whistle on take-off, flying fast and straight they live thirty years or more and stay through seasons their streamlined yet pudgy forms, of silk, milked cocoa forage seeds with strut and peck, filling crop caches to…
dVerse — Prosery — Controlling Interest (warning: disturbing content)
image link For beauty is nothing but the beginning of terror. from “The First Elegy”, Duinos Elegies by Rainer Maria Rilke Why do so many stop short, Edward queried his alter ego, Harry. For beauty is nothing but the beginning. Of terror, not the feeling of, but the inducing and witnessing of, Edward was an…
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