#FF — The Middle Ground

PHOTO PROMPT © Roger Bultot Unless you live in our ‘hood or do business in it, you avoid it. It’s a place that makes the news, which always tolls loss. It’s a place where you either huddle behind deadbolts or play hard in the streets. Few walk the middle ground. Barry arrives at nine sharp…

Happy International Cat Day! — BFFF

First time EVER these two voluntarily sat side by side to my knowledge.  How this happened is Dotty has tried starting to steal Mlady’s spot on the couch, where Mlady will sit to my right and be petted.  Sometimes Mlady sprawls across the top back middle section of the couch, where I can reach up…

dVerse — Monday Quadrille — My type

Photo is used with permission by fabulous photographer, Pat, at Chronicles Of An Anglo Swiss. my type blows blue, clouds up, purges skies of subtlety. puffs petrichor into dusty nostrils, quivers stemhairs, stirs windchimes; the type that makes the call still sparks where wyrms enter, their tidings pleased roar Yinglong’s regard embodies fortunes freefalling, pummeling,…

TSM 222 — The First Time

The first time I saw you I heard boom chaka, the nasty bump and grind kind The first time I heard you, poetry man spritzed the air; such a deep inhale The first time you played, you rosined my bow; my heart danced a jig The first time we met, I said too much but…

dVerse — OLN 321 and earthweal OLW 130 — Moon Troiku inspired by Samuel Peralta

Earth, sky, stillness.The evening unfoldsthe rorschach of the moon. Earth, sky, stillness.Moon shares its momentbonding wonder. The evening unfoldsthe same, yet differentthe moon won’t say why. [T]he rorschach of the moon.always tellsif our piano is in tune.   image:  full moon taken on 071322 Today’s form is a troiku, where I will use Samuel Peralta’s…