As sunlight slips away, we meander garden paths whose cooling seamstress has costumed all with carnival colors. All but the crows, whose shiny, unruffled contrast caws and echoes across barn, windmill, and alchemizes fear for the living in the dead. cold cement lively poselipstick eyebrows dance in dusk’s breathwelcoming the dark lines, textures, towercasting…
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.
Bike Ride Sunday 102725
Halloween decorations displayed in the house as of yesterday. My friend and I decided to take a bike ride, probably our last one of the year. Temp was in mid-50’s, wind 12 mph, sunny, but not sunny under the trees. In summer the shade of trees is welcomed; just the opposite in non-summer. I wish…
POPO 2025 — Day 27 — Dotty Goes In
Dotty Goes In Dotty goes in for her surgery in 2 days. The once-small lump near belly button keeps growing. Today it is a golf ball hemisphere. It doesn’t bother her like it bothers me. She writhes on her back, purring, while its red angry presence laughs. Fuck you, tumor. Soon you will be jarred,…
POPO 2025 — Day 26 — On Bombing Iran (written on 4th of July)
On Bombing Iran (written on 4th of July) I made a spotify playlist last night. Words escaped to string into feelings. It was easy. Distracted for a moment from seeing a curse come true for the whole world. How many will die? Like I mentioned before, these are not ekphrastic poems. The puff looked like…
#SLS — Song that mentions either Cars or Trucks suggested by Clive of Take It Easy — “SiMM” aka “Motor,” by Cake
After seeing Jim’s prompt (suggested by Clive of Take It Easy,) my first thought was Cake songs, who seem to like to sing about cars. Over seven albums, they’ve done Race Car Ya-Yas, Stickshifts and Safetybelts, Long Line of Cars, Wheels, Carbon Monoxide, Easy to Crash. Cake is an environmentally aware group. They know how…
POPO 2025 — Day 25 — Helped
Help(ed) Someone blinked neon green help at me through atrium window one night. How the tiny prisoner came to be trapped doesn’t matter only that they needed release. One jar and paper towel later she blinked thanks at me then away, into ink.
FFF 56 — West Michigan Skies and Mad Dogs & Englishmen reboot by Tedeschi Trucks Band and Leon Russell & Friends
The last couple of weeks we’ve had clouds in the skies and some pretty heavy rain. I took a couple of pictures on Sunday night out back of pink and grey clouds. Today (Thursday,) after a trip to the library, I decided to drive out along the lake (Lake MI) and was amazed at the…
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