She (for Mlady) She pads on silent paws that end feather-light leg bones attached with sleek tendons and muscles, housed in long, cottony-soft fur. She moves effortlessly this mute huntress, from screened door to screened door watching chipmunks scurry, bright-striped, brown-patched, along their chipmunk paths.
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.
#FF — Goodwill
PHOTO PROMPT © Roger Bultot Goodwill I’m sweeping the front stoop when they visit my shop; the lady with honey-shine hair and emerald eyes, holding hands with her small, pale son. They spend an afternoon looking for tiles to refurbish her patio. Her garrulousness almost overwhelms me, yet I appreciate her knowledge of clay, glazes,…
TNG 93
Judy Dykstra-Brown is the host of The Numbers Game. This week look for pics with 215.
POPO 2025 — Day 8 — cut loose
cut loose When I cut amazon subscribe & save subscriptions loose I wondered if I’d survive without coco de bebida, big bags of pistachios, chocolate orange slices for Christmas gifts, and Puff box dozens for my dragon nose. I have, and local grocers and I are becoming reacquainted in a significant way. The only things…
dVerse — Poetics Tuesday — October Means
October Means All earthlings glimmer via playful patina pixies on blue washed or white mottled backdrops squeeze-dried, sweetened, night-refrigerated palette extremes of acorn brown to orange- red flames. Welcome smoke puffs from chim- neys and burning leaves, homely visitors that cause jack o’lanterns to smile in resonance. Flannel rebooted; merino wool caps knitted. Fall festivals,…
POPO 2025 — Day 7 — about ai
about ai I was thinking about AI I was thinking about Gaia I see AI in gAIa I don’t like what I see Both have soup of 10,000 things Where Gaia perpetually blossoms them in sensory splendor, AI Frankensteins them into soylent green’s sterile goo.
dVerse – Q233 — Moon Never Boos
Moon Never Boos Moon never boos night;two partners who share. Night is jealous of sun’shalf-time of blue sphere. Shadow sneaks into dayas things turn and sway, moving to light’s rhythm,slow-motion choreograph. Sun rings mates to flickertwinkling night, water, bright,perpetual balancing game. De (aka whimsygizmo) is today’s host of dVerse’ Quadrille Monday. De would like us…
Tao Talk 