image based on a dream I had a few years ago I dreamt there came a newly found religion instead of worship three, we worshipped tree instead of pushed conversion, gathered free and planted seeds, then danced under our cousins til shining green in leaves from sea to sea. To cut a tree would be…
Category: poetry
Word Garden Word List #12 (Richard Brautigan)
Slow? Or Quick? Frankenstein fish paddle every rural creek, crackling neon- streaked streams where freaks flare and bite. Brain-stem stubs, double-headed hornets with lantern bodies writhe while entranced pumpkin heads laugh on steamy sludgebanks at autonomic polyfluoroalkyl St. Vitus’ dance. We, tho, roam jungle streets, urban dinosaurs ceaselessly jonesing for extradimensional bliss. We prance, a…
Love of Place — Poet Ken Gierke
I hold in my hand a mini-chapbook of poems by fellow blogger and poet, Ken Gierke. Ken’s passion for nature shines through his words. He inhabits places, one by one, and by the time you’ve finished reading, you feel like you’ve been there. And who is to say you haven’t. Learn more about this mini-chapbook…
World Haiku Series 2021 (27) Haiku by Lisa Fox — Akita International Haiku Network
Today my haiku and haiga are featured on Akita International Haiku Network as part of the World Haiku Series 2021. I am humbled and honored to be today’s featured poet. Thank you again to Linda Lyberg for allowing me to use her lovely desert blossoms photo.Thank you again to Ellen Jennings of PassingByPhoto for allowing…
dVerse — Quadrille 145 — Nibbling
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…
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…
