Tracks tell our tales, bits, clues of worlds, endless intersects, maps through time; fossilized, covered, interred crimes unearthed, stinking, weepy confessions nobody wants to hear. Yet, in ink’s cloy one’s morbid shadow peers, an uncalled lurid alliance never dared spoken for amygdalic animal fear. top image link Merril is today’s host for dVerse’ Quadrille Monday. …
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.
Tourmaline’s 2022 Halloween Challenge Day 3 — Skeleton
image link Part 3 Skeleton Six years had gone by. Jean left for Egypt after high school to study paleontology and Marty left to study forensic physiology in Mexico. They may have parted physically, but their friendship was still very much alive via Zoom, text, and other various technologies. Although their cave hangout was in…
POPO2022 day 3 — trees
once upon a time they may have footed about but now they stand, still once upon a time they walked tall, leaves shimmering happy, green nomads they footed about ’til every place was seen, their kingdom surveyed but now they stand, still digging deep with mirrored roots, our friendly neighbors
Tourmaline’s 2022 Halloween Challenge — Day 2 Bats
image link Part 2 Marty and Jean decided to play hooky from school that late autumn early afternoon. Their summer hangout at the lake was windy and chilly, and so they decided to walk down into the gulch for shelter. Normally hidden by trees’ leaves, as they rounded a boulder on the path, they saw…
POPO2022 day 2 — libra
fragrant tug of war where victory and defeat eternal stalemates fragrant tug of war entwined with thorned promises lost in the jungle victory, defeat e’er poised on a pointed tip joy, despair wobbles eternal stalemates given no choice but to play bittersweet torment
Doodads — Procrastination Overcome!
Some of you may remember that I bought 10 witch hazel shrubs in the spring and that instead of planting them in the ground I put them in gallon containers. There they remained, flourishing, growing larger, despite fighting off gypsy moth caterpillars and various other nibbling critters. It was cold and rainy all week, but…
TSM230, Friday Writings 46, and earthweal’s OLW 138 — gone but not gone
Artwork photography by Antonio Mora I. The first of summer, when roses bloom, I saw you there in oak’s leafy shadow, a still, towering trunk, transfixed. I hurried along, now shivered, my hand a-tremble as key sought to impart salvation. It is now autumn’s end, and oak stands bare. Your form is gone, your presence…
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