Padding along cushioned unfamiliarwhere fungi creeps unmolested alongfallen limbs from long-distant lake gusts My blue gps dot with flashlight incrementsthe pixel-dashed trail scalloping theinland lake to the marked ruin of tribes and boys. Carved cold granite icon topatriarchal rights of domains and souls.Resting on the crumbling concrete baseof a dining hall that fed the damned…
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.
Thursday Doors 120921
I believe this is my first time participating in Thursday Doors. I’ve seen so many beautiful entries from Kerfe and Sheree I was inspired to take pics on my recent walk in the downtown area of a nearby West Michigan town. It was the annual wreath walk, but because the wreathes were inside and behind…
#FF — Middleham Motors (aka PitStop)
PHOTO PROMPT – Copyright – Claire Fuller He maneuvered quietly, willing her not to awake. “Goddamit, Gil, you just can’t let me sleep in, can you! Go make the coffee!” Gil cringed, knowing he’d suffer castigation until he got outside of the front door. Chill December morning brought frosted breath, windshield scraping, and stinging bare…
The Second British Invasion Music Series — The Brit Box, Disc 1, Track 10, “Crash” from, “Lovely,” by The Primitives
The Primitives 1988 The Primitives are an English indie pop band from Coventry, formed in the summer of 1984 with PJ Court (born Paul Jonathan Court) (vocals, guitar), Steve Dullaghan (born Stephen Anthony Dullaghan, ex-Nocturnal Babies) (bass), Peter Tweedie (drums) and Keiron McDermott, ex-Nocturnal Babies (vocals.) Vocalist McDermott was later replaced by Tracy Tracy (born…
dVerse — Poetics — Blessed Beneficence
This summer lawn mowing season went fairly smoothly. With front, back, and side lawns and front and back fields to be mowed on the rider, regardless of what time of day and level of cloud and hat cover, it was invariably a relaxing, meditative experience. Except for that day. The loud, vibrating mower rolled towards…
Movies, Movies, Movies! #108 – December 7, 2021
Welcome to another installment of Movies, Movies, Movies! It’s great to be back in the blogging saddle again. Hoping you’ll see one or two films you recognize, find intriguing, and/or plan to see. One change you might notice in the format is I’m restricting the number of cast to the top 5 or so. If…
dVerse — Prosery — Bad Girls
I dress in their stories patterned and purple as night–from “When We Sing of Might,” by Kimberly Blaeser I pick one up at the runaway shelter. Another from her granny’s house. One from court-approved fictive kin’s house. The one picked up from the detention center is pale, with dark circles under her eyes. Wednesday is…
Tao-Talk 