OakIn virtually every place I have lived up until 2011, there have been huge oak trees in the yards. My grandparents’ place, where I spent a large portion of my childhood, had them, keeping the property under their benevolent shade. My childhood home had two giant ones in the back yard. Both there and at…
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#FF — Haunted
PHOTO PROMPT © Sandra Crook Haunted Henry’s penthouse gleamed atop the new condo building. It only took a few greased palms over posh lunches in back rooms to condemn and bulldoze homes to make way for the building’s construction. Nobody seemed to care other than the dozen displaced residents whose families had owned those homes…
A2Z 2025 — Day 14 — Nests
Robin Nest There used to be a robin’s nest under the top board of an old section of fencing until the board fell. I haven’t seen robin nests in the yard since then. Wren NestOut back there is a mass of wild rose bramble. One year birds (wrens) made a nest in it. …
dVerse Poetics Tuesday — Traveling Exhibit
“rough edges,” by Elise Siegel Traveling ExhibitMy maker’s shoppe birth of pink clay glued with sandgathered from hill and lake,slathered on stainless framesun-baked in bright, green June.I squalled under solstice moon,pumiced smooth, near-human,buttoned into pink gingham,swaddled in plush receiving blanket, sent to dwell withneurodivergent bunglersWho, conveniently, were tooinner-turned to pay me much mind.In neglect, this claymation…
#MMB 2025 — “April Bloom” by Lior
Lior It’s fun to open oneself to new things. That’s why I like music prompts so much. I seek new music out and I get to listen to what others are sharing. This time I did the usual search for “song titles or lyrics containing April.” Once I had the list I started reading lyrics,…
A2Z 2025 — Day 13 — Mushrooms
Mushrooms What can I say about mushrooms except that they are pretty, they are fascinating, and many are quite tasty. There used to be — and may still be! — morels growing out back. Furthermore, I *know* I took some pics of them; however, scouring the picture folders didn’t turn them up. I know I…
dVerse — Prosery Monday — Faith
As a seed, I was shot out the back end of a blue jay when, heedless, she flew over the meadow.–Lisa Bellamy, from the poem, “Wild Pansy.” Faith As a seed, I was shot out the back end of a blue jay when, heedless, she flew over the meadow. Shivering in a watery mess that dried…
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