I had a few errands to run this afternoon. First stop was to drop off loaned items at the library that were due. The plan was to put them in the outside drop box because, since today is a federal holiday, I expected the library to be closed. It wasn’t. I went inside to the…
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Kerfe’s RWG 14 — Mission View
image by Karen Davis fluffy hare wet, slinks dew dank moonlightslips mist smoke, breath quick on her flightpinpoint cycle that’s quilled with her designregrets of the wounded all taken in stridesleep put off as it’s done when all bets ridetime to rest when post-collect’s magic sanctify words used: slink, cycle, regret, breath, bet, wound, smoke, sleep,…
micropoetry at the garden shoppe
I went to a garden shop the other day and found a sweet batch of lawn ornaments. Five baby dragonscurl and roll in warm sunshinewaiting for mommy granite effigiescall feathered friends in to bathespring water and green purred in contentmentmoon settles in her beinglost in last summer lands in front of meall…
The Unicorn Challenge 0616 — They Feel What We Feel!
© Ayr/Gray Straightjacket buckled and secured, two orderlies lead Harold to the ambulance. “I’m telling the truth! Why won’t you listen! They feel what we feel!” Harold’s mother stands at the top of the porch, her arms crossed, grim downturned mouth, and a deep furrow of worry at her brow. “Please fix my boy,” she…
Tanka Tuesday 324 — Thunderbird Rise
Terri Webster Schrandt Great Sun called us forth as man crawled from wet red clay. We came to dwell here, perched in western sky, twixt realm messengers, with eyes attuned to slithers. Black knotted hungers multiply, feast on weary souls drained of spirit. We rise from Great Mountain thundered flaps, eyes lightning flash snakes poof,…
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