© 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…
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.
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…
The Unicorn Challenge — Better
© Ayr/Gray “Gertrude,” was the answer Farmer Johnson gave when asked who his prize goose was. When the man from Monsanto came to call one bright April morning, he led with his card and a tip of his new Stetson hat. The fact that the hat was new should have been a red flag to…
