SeedKindly gardener frees asfreeze subsides. Warm,unfurled, gives thanks.Once shallow engraved,its green now etches topsoil, a sign life continues after fall. Dry, miniscule,forgotten in an icy sleep,its purpose suspended,put in a packet, shelved,until sold as commodity. 032425: snow still left at 4:22pm The photo is of a stevia seed that sprouted overnight. Last year we walked…
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Old Dairy Building
Looking at pics of Kerfe’s doors for Thursday Doors and one building caught my eye. It looks like a building here in town, or what it used to look like. Back when I was a kid they still delivered milk in milk trucks. This was one of the dairy delivery companies in town. The…
Doodads — Hair Goes Electronic, Chet Atkins, and Johnny Cash x 2
I went to the library this morning to pick up the last disc of S3 of Farscape and drop off the previous disc. Donated books, etc. are along an area you pass while going in. There, calling out, was a box full of old LPs in mint condition. Most of them were classical, but of…
dVerse Prosery Monday — Awake
There’s a lullaby for suffering — Leonard Cohen, from “You want it darker.” She’s running, her lungs sucking air. She’s lost on a mountainous path. She’s being pursued; by whom or what she is unsure. Focused on behind, she trips on a tree root and hurls forward, airborne, and lands on sharp granite. She feels…
dVerse MTB/Form — Trifecta of Inexcusability Part One: Unshakable Shadow (with new added link at very bottom from Turtle Talk)
A Flying Head, as depicted in Iroquois mythology. Mohawk Nation. Trifecta of Inexcusability Part One: Unshakable ShadowWhen power uses darkness to erasea people due to practices or placea karmic black hole magnet does ensuethat timeless reckoning will follow you.All atoms spin, recycled, so they sayYou won’t escape it on your dying day.A stain is cast…
Lake Michigan Sunset 030225
This above pic shows 3 lighthouses. Two are on one side of the channel that goes between Lake Michigan and Muskegon Lake. It was bitterly cold out there as we walked to the “icebergs” along the shore.
dVerse Poetics Tuesday — First Window
First WindowOverbreathed, stale, closed systemwhere months feel like life sentence;where clouds press on in suffocation,denying screen’s supply of fresh new;too afraid of price to skin and purse, too blind to cost of lungs and spirit.Called by muffled crows & kite-straddling March lion glass, I reachfor latch and fling it aside, proudfor this one small act…
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