image based on a dream I had a few years ago I dreamt there came a newly found religion instead of worship three, we worshipped tree instead of pushed conversion, gathered free and planted seeds, then danced under our cousins til shining green in leaves from sea to sea. To cut a tree would be…
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.
The Second British Invasion Music Series — The Brit Box, Disc 1, Track 19, “Here’s Where the Story Ends,” by The Sundays
The SUNDAYS Here we are, at the last track of the first disc of the 4-disc series. I’m very happy at how good these tunes are and how well-liked they’ve been so far. Hoping discs 2-4 carry on in similar fashion. Tidbits: The Sundays (stylized as The SUNDAYS on all releases) were an English alternative…
#FF — Green Hornet Light
PHOTO PROMPT © Bill Reynolds Everyone recognizes Bill’s utility truck. “There goes Green Hornet Light,” they say whenever the beast rolls down Main. Bill lives at the end of a long 2-track. He doesn’t take much to visitors. Keeps to himself. Bill’s town legend is that he kept Bonnie and Clyde from getting away when…
dVerse — Poetics — A Walk to the Mailbox
A yellow orb above sparks snow below; the postal truck left tracks a bit ago. It’s time to don my boots and go outside; the clunky ones that force a wider stride. I’m bundled up a little less than Monday; the ice agrees and drips from all the eaves. I’m wary as I parse the…
Movies, Movies, Movies! #117 – February 8, 2022
Welcome to another installment of Movies, Movies, Movies! This week’s batch covers relationships, truffle hunters, horror light, the real horror, and a plea for trees. Which ones look good to you? On the Rocks (2020) Starring: Bill Murray, Rashida Jones, Marlon Wayans, Jessica Henwick, Jenny Slate Director: Sofia Coppola Genres: drama, comedy Synopsis: Laura (Jones)…
Word Garden Word List #12 (Richard Brautigan)
Slow? Or Quick? Frankenstein fish paddle every rural creek, crackling neon- streaked streams where freaks flare and bite. Brain-stem stubs, double-headed hornets with lantern bodies writhe while entranced pumpkin heads laugh on steamy sludgebanks at autonomic polyfluoroalkyl St. Vitus’ dance. We, tho, roam jungle streets, urban dinosaurs ceaselessly jonesing for extradimensional bliss. We prance, a…
Love of Place — Poet Ken Gierke
I hold in my hand a mini-chapbook of poems by fellow blogger and poet, Ken Gierke. Ken’s passion for nature shines through his words. He inhabits places, one by one, and by the time you’ve finished reading, you feel like you’ve been there. And who is to say you haven’t. Learn more about this mini-chapbook…
