dVerse — Haibun Monday — childhood recollections

  “A Cottage Garden,” by Henry Sutton Grandpa and Grandma lived at the bottom of a hill where three dirt roads converged. Their home had been Grandpa’s parents and cobbled together from a number of summer cottages that had been along Mxxx Lake and moved a mile or so around the 1940’s to its acre…

Kerfe’s RWG 10 — Unused Beach

Slip of unraveled rope still flaps and whips, a fluffy snake pain marker; company in leprous shade. I avoid this place of sacrifice but miss your attention; on impulse I’ve dressed my ravaged face, Fascinated in morbid fashion at its folded and patted ratty clam, and make my way to unused beach. Half-buried wreck juts…

Doodads yard and queen bee

Another stroll around the yard and also an adventure with a queen bumblebee.  Click on most captions for larger images.

#FF — Blue Stew

Ay was crunchy and gassy. Bee was sweet and acidic. Married in the middle, their grounding spice nourished their relationship well. That is until the salty and sour couple moved in next door. Cee was in marketing and a porn addict. Dee was a palm reader who told her clients the truth. One night over…

Tanka Tuesday 320 — New Pearls

seasons sing of struggle chores demand our action can’t get any traction down and just can’t juggle underserved with chuckles need reboot of passion daydreams of sweet dally night dreams filled with diddle double cream finale noted worthy assay notch headboard with tally answers need no riddle mindful be in both worlds oyster growing new…