Late Sunday night I’m sipping tea and watching the end of, “Ray Donovan: The Movie.” And crying. Chauncey, the puppy, should be running in dreams after hounding Mlady and Dotty all day; instead, he’s nibbling my toes. What a silly, synchronous act of comforting. top image link Note: Chauncey passed away in 2016, but he…
Category: poetry
TSM 197 — Late Summer Berries
Photography by Kristine Wayman a life noir of flickered shadows wandered nightmares of dead forests palette drained by traitor rainbows wandered nightmares of dead forests where once green danced, where fancies played moan in still, stale airless chorus where once green danced, where fancies played hungry sunlight blushed tender flesh naivete hacked with crime’s blade…
dVerse — Haibun Monday — Winter with February 5, 2022 video update
Every year on inland lakes and ponds in Michigan, hardy souls walk out onto the ice, auger holes into it, and drop fishing lines, hoping to catch enough pan fish to feed their families dinner. Just as many go out onto the ice for fresh air and the comraderie of kindred spirits. In years gone…
dVerse — OLN 309 — winter haiku
cold brick notice brings a smile to rosy cheeks boots crunch snow to lake summer spirits empty winter pavilion smell of wood smoke bare trees stand, still winter benches brushed with snow along frozen lake straight steps soon turn away from the cloudy sun cold hands, warm heater Out and about on errands today, I…
dVerse — Poetics — Snow Crunches on the Sidewalk
Major Season (Sekki): Deep Winter Deep Winter is where there is no sign of the beauty of autumn or spring. The memory of autumn has faded and the hope of spring feels too far away. Micro-Season (Kō): Snow Crunches on the Sidewalk This is the time of year when temperatures dip so low that the…
Word Garden Word List #11 (“A Ted Hughes Bestiary”)
Hatched from zodiac of needles and razors, talons and beaks of solely murderous pretense, feathered non-sophists soar thunder vapors; lofty cheesecake stars in post-holiday snaps but if inquisition were curious to know, not only chain-toppers but riflers of rubbish, and theft; opportune scavengers, symbols, screaming their credo in glittered looting arrogance: greed is good. image…
TSM 196 — Longfellow Kindku
Photography by Josephine Tell me, oh sweet creation, secrets, odds and ends, enjoyment and adventure. Your heart in its drums, field adance with daffodils, furry joy sublime, sailing kitten dreams — divine. Today’s offering is in the kindku form. Carrie is today’s host of The Sunday Muse.
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