“Twister Again” by Alice Aycock I’m late with my post because yesterday was a busy day out in the community. First was book club, where we discussed Chapter 2 of Women Who Run with the Wolves by Dr. Clarissa Pinkola-Estes. Chapter 2 is deconstructing the Bluebeard Myth and how it applies to women being exploited…
Category: art
dVerse OLN 401 — Lost Again
A Public Garden with People Walking in the RainVincent van Gogh Lost AgainA snapshot may form an opinion.For example, you may think fool,you’re getting wet out there evenin friendly oblivious conversation.Heads and tails are important.We are marveling after long wait,able to be in the gardens againafter white slates melt to puddlesfalling from sky. Friend, oh…
POPO 2025 — Day 34 — Power vs. People
Power vs. People Those who aspire to politicsfor power, not peopledon’t study ethics, morals,and integrity. Instead they studyrhetoric, body language, andwhich power mongrels [sic] to ally with. For people politicians, we, thepeople, are us, their family.Acting in our best interestsis their guiding principle. Last one, for a friend. Tomorrow I will be posting last…
POPO 2025 — Day 33 — Avenue of Trees
Avenue of Trees Cloud sky stew merries the world in palest hue. Hot dead air replaced, cool breeze wafts through. It’s soft, the wind, it brushes my skin as doors open, a/c offed, perfect summer day. No appointments, deadlines; I take a ride on my bike down the avenue of rustling trees. Another one for…
POPO 2025 — Day 32 — Leonardo’s Eyes
Leonardo’s Eyes Watching Ken Burns’ doc on DaVinci felt a little like having a magician’s secrets revealed; ahas on how he created light on canvas, bringing people, places, things to life. As I look outside this morning, watching cloud veils fall and shift aside for sun, I see through Leonardo’s eyes. This is a card…
POPO 2025 — Day 31 — Syn on the Cross(roads)
Syn on the Cross(roads) Hanging, crucified at the crossroads,splintered, indecision-pounded flesh,pained with gravity’s choice probes,exploring outcome receptors, burnedcircuits sizzling, char-curling nostrilsinhaling stench of the rancid future. This concludes Cascadia Poetics Lab‘s Poetry Postcard Festival 2025 poems and postcards. It’s not quite over yet though. There are 3 more that have been sent to my friends…
POPO 2025 — Day 30 — Dotty’s Prognosis
Dotty’s Prognosis Stage 3 of 3, aka the worst. 12-18 months eta to heaven. Her frankenbelly pale, a shaved expanse criss-crossed with thin, dark suture. “Bad news,” I message my kids, “will tell you more later.” Honestly, I don’t have the heart. Why such a small, gentle cat was given a life filled with misery,…
