taken by my older son on 050921 “Only mouths are we. Who sings the distant heart which safely exists in the center of all things? – from Rainer Maria Rilke, “Heartbeat.” “Clear!” It’s the last thing I hear before everything goes blank. I don’t know how much time has passed, but I’m conscious again; yet…
Category: trees
dVerse — Poetics — Queen Mab Decides
The path that once was cushion moss is now deep brown humus. Her steps are shorter, slower // birdsong and chatters are muffled as wafting cedar catches in furry nostrils; dances on her wrinkles. Time enough for this corporeal manifestation to say, “goodbye, dear friend.” ~Her weak drooping arms cling to a rough, cool trunk….
#FF — Blent
PHOTO PROMPT © Dale Rogerson When we first arrived, we’d learned how to blend. The mobile hairless ones appeared to be the leaders of this carbon-hydrogen-nitrogen-oxygen-sulphur-phosphorus-based planet; and they had little regard for any but their own kind, no tolerance at all for anything different, and outright hostility towards anything or anyone that challenged their…
#FF — Tree Tour
PHOTO PROMPT © Liz Young Jem and Peet chugged along the Everglades trail, their first trip since lockdown ended. “Peet, it’s nice to be out of the house, but Florida in July?” “Jem, I wanted to see a mangrove tree,” said Peet, checking off the box on his tree list. “I’m geeked we leave for…
#FF — Capsula Mundi
PHOTO PROMPT © Ted Strutz Under normal circumstances, at life’s end funeral and burial arrangements would have already been finalized and notarized. These were not normal circumstances. I was only forty years old. My sons learned that the dental hygienist was an anti-masker in her off hours and had infected dozens during their routine cleanings….
Hug a Tree for 15 Minutes (and Complain to It) — THE DIRT
After this challenging year, Marina Abramović, perhaps the world’s most famous performance artist, recommends everyone vent their frustrations to a favorite tree in a public park. She asks us to hug one tightly for no less than 15 minutes and pour out your woes to it. Your angst will be „absorbed in the bark,“ and […]…
dVerse — apple — With a little help from my friends*
Like any tree, apples make themselves welcome in a community; they prefer wind, rain, temperateness, hills, and a fair bit of sunshine. Pollinators adore the wispy allure of the fragrant blossoms, who call them in for a sweet powder-nectared blend of nature’s tang; mutual orgasm achieved. Bees, butterflies, and birds stagger through the air, intoxicated,…
Tao Talk 