Friday Favorite Feature 44 — reflections on a possum carcass

On Wednesday I took at 15+ mile bike ride in Ottawa County on the North Bank, Spoonville, and Idema Explorer Trails.  This paved bike path has become my favorite.  The weather was just perfect around 3:30pm.  70F, slight breeze, and the trees laid down shade for much of it. On a long stretch with few…

dVerse — Haibun Monday — Arise! (for Kamala)

Arise! (for Kamala) I’m not real hyped-up on the 2024 Olympics. Too many other things on my mind.  Like America floundering with the shadow of fascism. Like innocent women calling 911 and being shot in the face by psycho cops. Like genocide taking place overseas with our financial blessings. Like Russia waiting, rabid vultures. I…

dVerse — Q203 — music for today

Freshwater crabs? Who knew? Thirteen-hundred known species sidle tropic and sub-tropic habitats. Unlike marine crabs, their larval stage passes inside of the egg. They hatch as juveniles, under maternal care. Endemic means risk for them. clicking castanets, pooled among nymph and minnow, oblivious, play Pom Pom Crab image link Merril is today’s host for dVerse’…

dVerse — Haibun Monday — eternal landscapes

Eternal Landscapes I remember everything in my grandparents’ yard, from towering hundred years’ oak to a field of lily-of-the-valley. Oriental poppy and fuschia-hued peonies reached for the sun along the property line rough brick fence. Rose of Sharon to the left side of many-windowed front room. Behind them, in the shade of pines, a stump…

24 SSPC 28 (1st week) — Clear and Bright (April 4 – 18) Seimei

dawn rescue spring dawn pours prickly pear rescue first coffee rubber boots skittering and wet, I move her to the carport Prickly pear cactus is native to Michigan.  I bought this one 2-3 years ago.  The first winter she was planted on the north side of the house, under an overhang to not get too…

dVerse — Haibun Monday — 2fer

Night Light Earlier last week, after seeing the moon peeking in through the blinds in my bedroom, I wrote a poem about it to Bjorn’s prompt. Later last week, dusk was falling as I returned home from running errands. I saw her there, rising through trees across the street. captive, we point at her still…