The granites and schistsOf my dark and stubborn country.— by Nan Shepherd, from, “The Hill Burns”from In the Cairngorms* Granites and Schists She lay curled and still, a small figure lost in loose, white cotton folds in the graffiti-enshrined bus stop cubicle. A puffy-jacketed arc of bystanders with pointed phones surrounds her. Sirens approach. Crowds…
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dVerse Poetics Tuesday (2nd) Alicanta
Alicanto full, she gleams pretty beacon in Atacama promise of richesfevered followers get lostsea of bones moan at midnight I’m the host of dVerse’ Poetics Tuesday writing about a legendary bird found in the deserts of Chile. This image has made me a fevered follower!
dVerse Poetics Tuesday — Pamola, Arise!
Pamola Pamola Arise!Please, my people, do not weep;they are gone, yet not gone.Giants rest in their keepsgathering strength from our hopes and from their dreams.A day will come, when onceagain they will rise.Once again; you will seePamola survey his domainperched atop Katahdin.Aerily he rhymes his wings,drummed beats to driveback greedy trespassers.Vengeful against violatorshis wings whip…
dVerse Q237 — ZFG
image link ZFGShe used to say it when corrected,criticized,warned,reminded,advised,otherwise suggested;as a child,a teen,adult;as a mother,employee,partner;from a friend,sometimes an enemy,a cop,a government:“I give zero fucks.”And she did as she pleased. Melissa Lemay is today’s host of dVerse’ Quadrille Monday. Melissa wants us to write a 44-word poem using the word zero. This poem is written with…
Theremin, Anyone?
Theremin I was scrolling along when I came across a NYT article with podcast and thought it was worth a share. I remember when Steve, from Song of the Day for Today, introduced me to the music of Leaf Rapids and I learned that cool sound in at least one of the songs was the…
25 mph winds (power back on 3:50 a.m.)
a rumble grumbles at windowsgrey of day makes visibleafter a night of yew diggingsiding outside of the bedroomtoppled tree power outageseems imminent. fluffy snowblown back, forth, up, and downpatchy white and green groundcoffee sips empty the potawake but all I want to dois dream in my warm bedof future summer beachesit’s the day before T’giving.I…
dVerse Poetics Tuesday — Numbers
screen capture image link Numberseye.A-counting we will go afield,on moss-bordered pathsskirting river snakes.When we let our eyes slowwe may note a plop; yet nature’s un-count abilitydraws us, I think.eye eye.Mysterious beings, theyspeak solitonic language that becomes apparentwhen we work with them.They aren’t just squigglylines that we manipulateto make sense of a thing.Soliton defined eye eye…
Tao Talk 