FFF 58 — Release Radar week ending 11/13/25

Who knows how long this surfing Release Radar weekly playlists will last this time, but I am enjoying hearing new, old, and refashioned tracks of old and new musicians and musical collaborations. I will be including only music that strikes a chord with me in some way. Hope you enjoy one, some, or all of…

dVerse MTB/Form — Voices in the Wilderness

“Liberty Molested” (2024) Voices in the WildernessVoices keen for aid in snare of wilderness. All can hear the plea, but why don’t we respond?Guilty freezing, dumb; the rest are dumb in bond.Predatory tyranny imprisons us.Patriarchal license, waving magic wands.Voices keen for aid in snare of wilderness.All can hear the plea, but why don’t we respond?Fondled,…

#FF — A Tomorrow

PHOTO PROMPT © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields A Tomorrow She clutches the filthy handkerchief as she hacks. Dull pain radiates from her dying lungs and into her weary chest walls. Mira bends over, rag catching red mud. Some remains at the corner of her mouth. “Call them,” she wheezes with what little breath she has left. “Mum,…

dVerse Prosery Monday — Discovering Warmth

Mia Goth in Frankenstein Not yesterday I learned to knowThe love of bare November daysBefore the coming of the snow,— by Robert Frost, from My November Guest Discovering Warmth Mother and Father are two different parts of the same animal. Mother prowls my form, draping it in loose fabric with high, choking lace collars. Bonnets…

TNG 98 — 220 (photos)

Judy Dykstra-Brown is the host of The Numbers Game.  Today we put 220 in our image gallery search box and see what pops up.  (look for arrow on right side of image to advance the slide show)    

#SLS — “Diamond Ring” by Sheryl Crow

Detours Album cover, by Sheryl Crow It took me a little bit to find a song I liked. I wanted a song about actual jewelry, and many of the songs are using “ring” and “watch” in other ways. When I heard Diamond Ring by Sheryl Crow, I liked the sound of her voice and also…

dVerse OLN 395 — Dearest Lake

taken on 110625 Dearest Lake, Upon your sugar shoulders I’ve toddled,chased minnows in your shallows, dugfor clams with growing, waterlogged feet.I’ve squealed, held on on you in ski-boat donuts. My friend had a keep-dry wrap;her hand healing from a barb wired fence.Never far from you, with innumerable rides,drives, innertubes, sailboats; your exhalescasting fishy seaweed stench…