Today’s offering is loosely, very loosely, based on the Word of the Day. In the green years of a small life, a black hole opened up, and sucked her soul into it. She became Small Shadow. * Small Shadow saw the world in only the way a soulless being can. She longed for the…
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.
Day 4 — Opossum Acrostic
image link Oft-unfairly-maligned Parental Omnivorous Shakespearian Snake-tailed Unguental Meanderer Please click on the image link to read the story of the ‘possum family rescue — includes video!
A day at the beach
image link A Diamante is a seven-lined contrast poem set up in a diamond shape. Body warm, supple undulating, scintillating, welcoming strong, wet, cold, swimming struggling, drowning, disappearing lifeless, rigid Corpse Word of the Day Challenge — scintillating
Day 3 — The valley of the shadow of death
image link The other ones were simple play Us, though, for real in ev’ry way Hurt brings life to shadow of death you walk, not talk, with silent breath; our growth at bay. * Mind in turmoil, throat has a lump, Our future can’t end o’er a bump! It wasn’t that bad — or was…
Father John (content warning)
image link The following is drawn loosely from a documentary I saw and from watching scary movies. Please be warned there is disturbing content and imagery that may be triggering. The elderly priest shuffles down the stone path, carefully balancing with his cane, which is carved with the long-suffering face of a blood-soaked, thorn-crowned…
Day 2 — Jimmy*
image link I worked for many years in the juvenile court. Jimmy is a composite. The worker may leave the job, but the children will never leave the worker. Tanka: An unrhymed Japanese poem consisting of five lines of 5/7/5/7/7. Tanka is generally written in two parts. The first three lines is one part, and…
Day 1 — Surrender
* The ponds lie beyond the yard, beyond the fields, beyond thick brush between here and there. Each year the brush multiplies, ever more impassable, they seem ever farther away. This year the ponds were not seen, as the path leading to them has overgrown, and trees have fallen over it, from thunderstorms with sheer…
Tao-Talk 