twirling in freedom sick child dances in heaven parents weep at grave Right now I’m reading George Saunders’ 2017 novel, “Lincoln in the Bardo,” which revolves around Abraham’s son, Willie’s, death as a child and how Willie finds himself in a purgatory-type place called Bardo. Seeing this image immediately made me think of Willie Lincoln….
Author: Lisa or Li
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Teen Vogue article to … “Learn About Indigenous History and Culture”
Image from Reservation Dogs TV show on HULU by SHANE BROWN/COURTESY OF FX ON HULU Firstly, I apologize for the rampant advertisements you’ll be subjected to when you go to the Teen Vogue site, but it’s worth it to learn about TV shows and Movies (many documentaries included) that educate about First Peoples in the…
dVerse — Quadrille 165 — Our Living Dream
Warm colors your smile under blue twinkles. Summer-dreamed lane, shrubs in hula leaf skirts beneath green canopy; hands braille the way. We walk fragrant zones, from humus to spruce; inhale transcendent scent of rose, carried soft as bunny fur, along this, our living dream. top image: “Roses along the path.” by geopsych I am today’s…
weak links
fall afternoon gunshots shatter quiet bare trees stand heaven listens not surprised; still mystified human death fetish pop… pop… pop… pop… trigger finger tires city boy drives home top image: “Betrayal,” by Mario Sanchez Nevado It’s happening with more frequency. The next door neighbor sold a small piece of property on the other side of…
dVerse — OLN 327 — Rosemary’s Gift
Velvet rosemary blooms,Each branch tip clustered withSilent choirs of profound.Secrets will be revealed;Each fragrant unfold bringsLavender mysteries. Opening inside, whereFresh pollen kernels flushYearn to pulse forth with life.Oh, receptive vesselsUnderstand their calling;Receive their humble gift. Will you appreciateImpromptu miracles?Sentient messagesDelivered fresh with love?Oh, gentle reminder:Mother always knows best. The rosemary bush I watched all…
#FF — I Remember
The first time I can remember drawing it was in first grade. Our teacher walked around the room asking students questions. “Where is that, Jeannie?” I didn’t know. In middle school, they asked the same. By high school, my technique flourished and teachers submitted my works to competitions where they won prizes. Now a freshman…
dVerse — Poetics — Boozin’ Pondered
Warm burn seeks out the belly.If only the shot glass would levitate away then, how much disintegration –of relationships, places, and things–would never be? How much sleaze, fist would not wound? How many ravaging truths unspoken? How many blubbery tears uncried? How many uncrushed motor vehicles? Unbroken bones, unmaimed flesh? How many less court costs…
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