Anyone who can read “legal” can see how f***ed up this order is!!!!!!! It’s messed up in so many ways as far as someone taking the law into their own hands. A few glaring outrages are not allowing the Defendant to have a notice of hearing higher up in the order but towards the bottom…
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.
Music that Strikes a Chord — Beethoven’s Symphony No. 7 in A, Op. 92: II. Allegretto
Ludwig van Beethoven, etching print by Blasius Hofel It’s one of my best works.Beethoven, at its premiere at the University in Vienna on December 8, 1813 Last year I watched the HBO series, “Watchmen,” which is based on the graphic novel of the same name. I loved it so much that I bought the Blu…
#FF — Alternative Programming
PHOTO PROMPT © Na’ama Yehuda Chimes flutter at six. Each of us in the dorm are dressed in identical cream scrubs. We stand as one from straw floor pallets. We hygiene and breakfast. At seven we converge on the temple, to hang our egos at the door and cleanse our minds. We sit cross-legged, eyes…
Tanka Tuesday 303 — Sage Senryu Series
Sage way of being:textured, muted color, one’ssubtle flavor smiles. Sage rests in the sunyet open to being plucked —time has no meaning. Sage, pleasing contrastto grounded, mud origins,rises to the sky. Sage: plucked, dried, and cut,swims in warm spaghetti seas;inhaled, then consumed. Colleen Chesebro is the host of Tanka Tuesday. Colleen says:This week’s challenge…
dVerse Poetics — In January
Crimson wings cast weak shadows on russet fluffs still standing from once-sunny goldenrod; they clump, the mangy fur of a hungry coyote lost from its pack. Limp, muted green mats of still grass fill the spaces, where deer lie, hide to hide, in their warm rests until Venus nightly beckons from her speckled black bowl….
dVerse — Prosery — Stitched
Everything I do is stitched with its color. – W.S. Merwin, from “Separation” Epithets were part of my family’s lexicon. My paternal side used gentler terms; the maternal side hurled vicious ones with glee. How my family, who lived in shacks, toiled in non-unionized factories, and were blessed to have a rabbit for dinner; and…
Music Review — Songs from the Wood (1977) by Jethro Tull
images come from here You know how you reach for certain albums to listen to for certain moods or seasons of the year? I’ve concluded that Songs of the Wood will be an album I reach for to listen to during the holiday season. Enough of the songs have a wintry feel to them. There…
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