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POPO2024 Group 19 Photo and Cento

Group 19 Cento (with a few Group 1 stragglers)It’s all too easy staying turned in on oneself,An obligation and a test.Discern between inevitable and fixable.Trappings of terrestrial connection,They tasted like mountain muscle;I couldn’t fathom where they led.Some things take their time.Perhaps it is our cloud-constellation imaginations?Our souls bide, rooted in our mother earth signals.Heart is…

paradelle 2 — Autumn soothes for winter

most recent pic taken of the crows at fmg autumn soothes for winterbrown polliwogs, blue fish wigglebrown polliwogs, blue fish wigglechildren from shore watch, gigglechildren from shore watch, giggleblue fish watch, polliwogs gigglebrown children wiggle from shoreorange fox hops through tall grassorange fox hops through tall grasswillow tree yellow whoosh in windwillow tree yellow whoosh…

POPO2024 Day 63

Smell of halitosis rises in hot airas I balance in a blue kayak.Basics down, I paddle along.White feathers fluff on duckweedon still marshland carpet.Stately swan line slices throughexpanse bordered with cattail.Great blue heron statued, fixates on her afternoon repast.Green herons rough cackleas they fly from hidden reed nest.Surface ripples, alive with whatis just under it….

FFF 52 — fungi jerky

I happened across fungi jerky about a month ago and bought it on impulse. I’ve bought dried shiitaki mushrooms for hot and sour soup and could see them being marinated and then dried into jerky. These little quarter-sized bits have great texture and taste and are much healthier to eat than, say, potato chips. They…

POPO2024 Day 62

PlaceboFan is placebo, blowing hot airin lazy circuits in the closed room.I consider opening a windowonto the 90 degree day, reject it,consider a cool shower; but insteadtake a hot bath, so the air feels coolon my wet bodywhen I step in front of it.

dVerse — MTB/Form — All Hallow’s Eve Pastoral

All Hallow’s Eve PastoralA wind is blowing through the trees.A wind is blowing through the trees.Leaves are swirling round my knees.Leaves are swirling round my knees.Through my trees is a swirling wind.The leaves are blowing round my knees.The crisp air, scent of humus and apples.The crisp air, scent of humus and apples.Geese overhead honk goodbye…