dVerse Q238 — Sleep Will Have to Wait

image by Daniel Sleep Will Have to Wait Oh, how I longto curl up,warm-cocooned,for crescent’s dreamlight’s long night. Alas, winter dreamsto hibernate must wait.Faithful frigid friendextends their visit. Awake, I step into wool socks,shove into gloves,layer paint to show snowdrifts some churning love. Mish is today’s host of dVerse’ Quadrille Monday.  Mish wants us to…

#SLS — “Again Today” by Brandi Carlile and Pearl Jam

When looking for a song for this week’s Song Lyric Sunday prompt, there was intent to find something brand new to me. It also had to have meaningful lyrics. So the scroll at lyrics.com commenced. Many page turns later my eyeballs screeched to a halt at a collaboration between Brandi Carlile and Pearl Jam. Reading…

dVerse — Crazy Mary (repost from 2018, with PJ song added)

gif link CRAZY MARY Carefree girl, at homestead safe, with her familyWhen 10, a flu stole her mom, in great agonyWhen 12, wild boar took her dad to hereafterWhen 14, sis ran away, not seen thereafter When 15, brother left for war, never to returnAlone, lived by chickens, snares, veggies – and she learnedBaker’s visits…

dVerse — MTB — Constanza — recipe

recipe to aim for sleep takes common sense head toss and turn off at the pass when day is but a rosy lass take care, prepare with long defense decide where limits bring fatigue then go beyond; exhaust you seek to guarantee your plan’s success shed worry’s raimant at the door step naked into your…

Playlists — #1 Pearl Jam Favorites 121821

I’ve been trying to figure out how to #1) create a Spotify playlist; and #2) learn how to embed it in a post once created. Christian at Christian’s Music Musings was kind enough to send me an excellent step by step guide to doing it. Today I’m sharing my first Spotify playlist, which is some…

dVerse — Poetics — Reaper’s Prophesy

Sand, once forest, graveyards for ghosts of trees, soft whistles in breeze soon rumble with trucks laying foundations, proclamations of soulless dominion over ten thousand things; foul matricide. Sand, once forest, crawls with mud and afeared who claw for last arks for floods consume waste. Jack o’lantern face grins grimly when they gurgle, flounder, sink…