#FF — Almost Like Home

PHOTO PROMPT © Lisa Fox When we were given tours of the rooms that were available, the director proudly showed off the few who had tubs. “Just think of soaking in hot water and bubble bath when winter comes!” she gushed to my mother. The tub, nutritious meals, and the view were the biggest selling…

dVerse — Poetics — The Death of Dolores Haze

That summer when sweet dew was on the rose she danced and played along the merry lane while mother hummed a tune and hung the clothes. Yet ill winds soon would spin the weather vane. A stranger from Bigtown, in fancy clothes, arrived and said he’d traveled on the train. Slack-jawed and bug-eyed, looked just…

dVerse and earthweal OLW 107– Sparrowlet Form — Lakota Lament

We did not think of the great open plains, the beautiful rolling hills, the winding streams with tangled growth, as ‘wild’. Only to the white man was nature a ‘wilderness’ and only to him was it ‘infested’ with ‘wild’ animals and ‘savage’ people. To us it was tame. Earth was bountiful and we were surrounded…

Doe Meat

I went to the far reaches of the county a couple of weeks ago to look at a house my older son was interested in (parents can do things like this when they are retired and their kids work full-time and do college in the evening) and drove past this place.  It has been doing…