at the seashorewind of summer through my hairthe shortest night at the seashoretoes dug deep in wet sandcampfire smoke on breeze wind of summer throughmy hair, stringy and wet;tired from wavejumps the shortest night —lie in the long sunset; entwined on fuzzy blanket top photo: “Stormy Sleeping Bear Sunset,” by Aubrieta V….
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.
Doodads — wild rose, ginkgo, red pine, and ferns
I took a walk out back today to take pictures of the ginormous wild rose bushes with their innumerable prickles and ended up taking current pics of the 3 red pine and the 3 baby ginkgo trees and a few other things. Further out back I remembered where an ever more massive bramble of wild…
Call out to artists! Get your Shakespeare on!
Matthaei Botanical Gardens and Nichols Arboretum, part of The University of Michigan in Ann Arbor, MI, is calling artists for submissions. I get their newsletter and in this week’s newsletter is the following: Calling all artists, Shakespeare lovers—everyone! Illuminate a Shakespeare-inspired page and send it to us. Basically, illuminated manuscripts feature text that is accompanied…
dVerse — MTB — Trimeric form
Tall grass gone to seed dances with breeze,its final sways, a lively tawn in cloudless sky.A small engine revs, announcing last call,while bluebirds and dragonflies wait. Its final sways, a lively tawn in cloudless sky;still surprised at the length of its reprieve, iscontent with there being no standing tomorrow. A small engine revs, announcing last…
Doodads 061621 The larch tree is planted as of today and more…
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#FF — Once Upon a Time
PHOTO PROMPT © Alicia Jamtaas WARNING: disturbing content, so please skip if you need to. Bel loved fairy tales as a child. She imagined herself The Woodsman instead of Red Riding Hood; the Prince, not Rapunzel; and the Witch, not a child baited by sweets. As a scholar, her interest in myths…
dVerse — Poetics — Parked
The old bus had taken her places; now here it sits, akilter, its tired warnings burnt out long ago. photo from Glenn A. Buttkus’ facebook site, “South Sound Minimalist Photos” Today’s offering is in gogyohka form. Many thanks to Glenn for his graciousness in offering us a chance to write to his wonderful minimalist photographs….
