our ripples flutter like angels wings as we merge under moon’s wise gaze luna’s spotlight shines on ecstasy’s theater moans accent stillness land long forgotten our skin shrivels, waterlogged our mouths stay warm evening loons pass accepting our presence as part of the night nighthawks wait for us our cavorting disturbs fish easy midnight snacks…
Author: Lisa or Li
#MM — Photo Challenge — Ship of Fools and dVerse — On Climate Crisis
– sound-dream @ tumblr Ship of Fools God’s ten thousand things Elements that swirl Oasis in space This dear ship of fools Rusty and leaking Decades of misuse Hellbent destruction As we build our tombs Rabid lemmings run* Deny there’s an edge Idiocy’s race Bullets in the gun Pointed at Earth’s head Afterlife to come…
dVerse — Poetics on Climate Crisis — Prisoner of War
WARNING: This one is dark. If dark bothers you, please skip, ok? image link Strung up, suspended by cosmic cords of evil, Mother Gaia hangs upside down Ankles raw oozing wounds where human maggots feast Bore 16 affixed in her jugular, draining, draining Her tender frame, ever-shaved, sour sweat sizzling under Sol’s gaze Mouth…
Rosa Mexicano – Mexican Pink
Irene has written a delightful and informative post on the color of Rosa Mexicano, or Mexican Pink. Please take a moment and check it out. via Rosa Mexicano – Mexican Pink
Off the Hook
image link Brought to the party under the pretense that it was a fundraiser for the Screen Actors Guild TheaterCare fund, it didn’t take Chelsi long to see what was going on. Barph, her date, was a personal assistant to Garvey Feinstein, said he had arranged a meeting after the 7-course dinner and then show,…
Coloring Club Plus — 7/16/19
Love for Levon: Benefit To Save The Barn was a concert held on October 3, 2012 at the Izod Center in East Rutherford, New Jersey. The concert was a tribute to the life of The Band lead vocalist and drummer Levon Helm, who had passed away on April 19, 2012. The concert featured a wide…
Twittering Tales #145 – 16 July 2019 — Not So Fast
Photo by Zoë Pappas at Pexels.com John sat across the table from me; paper was ready. A look of triumph distorted his usual sour expression. “Ms. Smith, once you sign, you’re admitting gross insubordination and will no longer work here.” I held up a DVD. “Not signing. Judge will want to see your hand on…
