Golden Tuesdays With FamilyFresh-washed, gleamed white against dull-greystraight, flat, dotted highway pencil draws me.New-tired beast jockeys familiar lanes with fasttravelers in myriad shapes with myriad hues.Crotch rocket riders zip between, daredevils with red death wishes. Blue Amazon dinosaursblock and slow flow. Orange construction conesbrake late summer five o’clock urgency to home.Iron arches and sandstone brick…
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dVerse — Tuesday Poetics — Wee Troubadour
Wee TroubadourLast summer’s three, she climbed the chunky boulder, playing follow-the-leader to the little seven boy, therewith his dad, and leapt off when we weren’t looking.She bent her knees as we’d instructed, but her lipshit a knee. Her lips swelled along with bleed. Tears.This summer’s four climbs her rocky friend with morein mind. Its elevated…
dVerse — Memento — July Baby Beach Days
image link July baby days at the lakewe pack up dry gear toget wetWe arrive as sun starts to slakesugar sand has now cooledno sweatLay out blanket, toss off layersshe toddles for shallowswe laughShe floats on a turtle with airpushed by ring of shadowsriff-raffed Laura is today’s host at dVerse’ Meeting the Bar/Form. Laura says:Write…
dVerse — Prosery — Morning Coffee Reflections
To hurt is to steal — Bono and U2, from “Mysterious Ways” on Achtung Baby Morning Coffee Reflections She drinks her morning coffee with them. He, an introverted creeper who preyed on babysitters and kept Polaroids of children in his sock drawer; who wigged out when one of his OCD rules were violated. She, who…
dVerse — MTB/Form — Earth Trees Weep
Earth Trees Weep twoblue sprucetrees planted in their front yardintended **l i v i n g**s e a s o n a l celebrantsover decades; but things change** rumbles an avalanche of tears **grands pass, one by one, as house crumbles;gone, beyond care, when thieves steal in, axe themCiel’s treesshine bright (ciel = sky/heaven)…
POPO2024 Day 36
I learned yesterday thatmy 3 year-old granddaughtersoon may be going to all-daypre-school. This morning, after sleeping on it, I woke up crying.A voice – god’s or my own –said all of us belongto the world.
Doodads over past (busy) week
On Monday, a group of 8 of us, 6 adults and 2 kids, drove out to the farmer’s market I frequent, where a playground and farm animal petting area has been added over the summer. The playground included a giant tractor tire that has been made into a sandbox, with included farm equipment trucks to…
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