“The difference between life and art is art is more bearable.“– Charles Bukowski Embraced heart listensfor time’s prisoner willdie, but you magic me,life breeze my porcelain.Sad poetry pies of warm liquid caramel perfume,your growling whimpersheal my wet window sky. image: found inside a copy of It Catches My Heart, by Charles Bukowski,…
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.
Music that Strikes a Chord — “Lily Love,” by The Chieftains and The Civil Wars
The Chieftains image by Barry McCall The Civil Wars image by Phil King Listening to The Chieftains: Voice of Ages tonight, I am again knocked over by this album. It takes me to another place. My scalp tingles as the music on it seems to activate long-resting atoms. The Chieftains collaborate with a plethora of…
#FF — Ready to be Flushed
PHOTO PROMPT © Trish Nankivell Harold has been harassing Carla since the two of them were in kindergarten. When he pushed her in the gravel, she told her teacher; who just smiled and said, “That means he likes you.” In middle school, Harold tried to kiss Carla in the park. She pushed him away and…
dVerse — Poetics 438 — Along the Marne, resides…
Bused tourists travel through with cameras, bound to snap shots of old war memorials along the Marne, on our plateau of tears. Some may notice a mound near the banks where polaroid splashes of wildflowers grow. A place where those who live in these parts know resides the remains of trophæum. Reeking, foreign uniforms happened…
Movies, Movies, Movies! #70 – February 2, 2021
Welcome to another installment of Movies, Movies, Movies! Only four movies reviewed in this week’s post. I’ve been watching two different series, one on disc and one on netflix. I’m up to S9 on “New Tricks,” which is an excellent detective series set in London, where three retired police detectives join a newly created unit,…
dVerse — Haibun 96 — Eagle-Eyes
Not in the present tense and not experienced by me, but still relevant to the prompt, it is about an event that happened with Bob, my ex-boyfriend, and Chauncey, our Boston Terrier, on our sailboat a few years ago. Bob had buoyed offshore in the inland lake we live near. He noticed a bald…
dVerse — MTB 231 — Gone
You fling it open for the first time / but I’m gone– by Mohja Kahf, from “Wall” We toy with each other like seasons:I, blazing, thirsty summer; you, warm brown autumn,until our worlds spin;and you, deep-frozen wintertaunt me, life-craving spring.Consorting with Sol, you trickle down mountain graniteseeking me in the deep pool where…
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