The song that came into my mind on this one is the theme song from the TV series, “Justified.” I’m watching it from beginning to end again. The theme song is the chorus to a longer song. I had it memorized before but had to re-learn it. It’s not easy to sing, but once you…
Author: Lisa or Li
#FF — O’ahu Resurrection
Out of breath after barely catching the bus, I looked for a seat. Being a haole, no alohas were found in the faces of the Islanders – except his. Mine said mahalo as I sat. I told him my divorce was new; that in the end my ex saw me as poke and I saw…
dVerse — The Czar’s Black Beauty
The Czar’s Black Beauty Butter crinkled platform A million waterdrop prisms Beckon bees with nuggets Pouches burst with pollen Aerial maneuvers skim grass Dandelions faces open wonder Bumble imminent. Then…. Airpuffs lift, gentle grandmothers She grows from an idea and a miracle Until one day she’s plucked, ripe, tuned To a summer’s song – sizzling…
Chris Hedges on Biden vs. Trump, Bernie Sanders, Corporate Media, Assange & State of the Left — Rise Up Times
Chris Hedges interview that is very much worth watching! A fixed election system, mainstream corporate media, and more. via Chris Hedges on Biden vs. Trump, Bernie Sanders, Corporate Media, Assange & State of the Left — Rise Up Times
#FFFC 65 — Origin
The assembled team had been following clues across terrains on continents for a decade. The virus had decimated two-thirds of the human population. All attempts to build a vaccine failed as more died. Consensus was reached that the origin of the virus needed to be found. The rumor it was in some open air market…
dVerse — prosery 13 — Chuang Tzu’s Butterfly Nightmare
“Argh…. unh….” He groans as the corkscrews are twisted, their points aiming for his liver and kidneys. In a nightmare, it is the awareness of what is happening rather than the act itself that brings agony. Paralyzed, nonetheless Mo is able to wake up – to pitch black. Was there a power outage? Bathed in…
Haikai Challenge #138 (5/9/20): fawn (kanoko) and dVerse OLN 051420
i Pit stop trailside, I Walk through the tall grass, then squat – Soft brown eyes meet mine. Tan fur, curled and spotted, rests. My bizness done, we part ways. ii Mother looks both ways, crosses country road at dusk – fawns dawdle after. She shows the way through the fence And where to…
