It’s been awhile since I participated in Paula’s weekly feature, but here goes. I think it was about a year or so ago when I read a book by Tama Janowitz and wrote a review on it and sent it in to amazon. For the *first*time*ever* they sent the review back, with a detailed list…
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.
dVerse — OLN LIVE — No Such Thing July 2022
He always said“I wish I would have known you before”(…I became a monster.)There was genuine regret in his voice. The first movie we watched together–his place/choice– was, “No Such Thing”(as monsters.)It was a template for his self-perception. As he was cuffed in the back of the cruiser,headed for jail for busting up the house,he…
#FF — One Glass of Wine
PHOTO PROMPT © Fleur Lind Half of Mina’s friends cautioned her to decline the prize and the other half didn’t. She had entered and won WBLD’s limerick contest, where a home-cooked dinner was first prize. The Count, a national celebrity in Transylvania, hosted a knockoff version of “Kitchen Nightmares” where all recipes included fresh kill….
dVerse — Poetics — The dragon is a fractal.
The dragon is a fractal. The dragon is a fractal? That which has been regarded at an end has revealed its infinity. It’s not a dot-eyed twin small fry wiggling in waterways that one day bursts into the sky. It’s dragons all the way down and flies high beyond high. What associated lexicography is to…
dVerse — Prosery — Great Aunt Zi
she’d had it sliced away leaving a scar –Michael Donaghy, from his poem, Liverpool Lili remembers the family story, where her Grandmother Char’s grandmother planted the ginkgo tree the day Char was born. The sapling, a scrawny thing that grew with a misshapen trunk, was like her, misshapen. Char remembers how her aunts surveyed the…
TSM 219 — apothecary (troiku form)
Fused sands of time form bottles on a shelf; tai chi apothecary. Fused sands of time formed emptiness of uselessness; filled with starts and ends. Bottles of tai chi where potent dawns and dusks swirl a cosmic perfume. Apothecary: remedies, distilled wisdom of great mother’s all. Troiku form. Written in honor of Beverly Crawford, a…
Doodads the week of 0712-071622
It’s been a couple of weeks. Pics have been taken here and there but no time to get them off of the phone and posted. On Tuesday, the 12th, I took a 17-mile bike ride. On Wednesday, the 13th, I met up with the Moon Clan Mothers group up north and saw two giant willow…
