Each Side of the VeilThere is a realm of death and lifethat long has dwelt each side of veilwhere midnight falling waits on one;where owls glide moon’s beams, not the sun’swhere breath softs and loss of logic begunwe creep to cross to dreamland’s trails.Before we know, we’re on the other,altered stated, senses priming,mid-way adventured, directionless,a…
#FF — Mom Talk
PHOTO PROMPT © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields “You chose your home well, in dappled shade, where food loves to rest from scorching sun,” said Miss Dragonfly. “Indeed. Spring was summer and summer is something beyond, heat-wise. Exposed would have meant death for my family,” said Miss Spider. “We may need to add a season,” said Miss Dragonfly….
dVerse — Haibun Monday — Summer Solstice Child and TT’s 24 SSPC 39 (1st week) The Summer Solstice (June 21 – July 6) Geshi
Summer Solstice Child My birthday is very near Summer Solstice. Back then, women spent days hospital-bound, which was thought to aid in recovery from the birthing experience. I imagine my mother’s face as she stepped out into warm sunshine’s balm from cool, pale, sterile halls holding a swaddled me. new lives beginning for we are…
Book Review — Petals of Haiku: An Anthology, edited by Gabriela Marie Melton
Book Review — Petals of Haiku: An Anthology, edited by Gabriela Marie Melton With over 160 poets, most writing 4 poems apiece, it became my morning meditation with first cuppajoe and a cat on my lap and one by my side, to read through several pages in each sitting. My original intention was to mark…
Doodads — Sunday weekly video and photo
So much to take pics and video of, it’s hard to keep ahead of it. Here’s a mish-mash of the past week. Videos I’ve been uploading to YouTube: And the final, surprise video. This is a cool solar-powered flame hot air balloon younger son and his wife bought me last year or the year…
dVerse — Poetics — Dad (repost)
summer rain fallsI remember how you lovedwarm days on the lake l.-r. me, my dad, and my brother Daddy’s hands were large, with dark hair and pleasant toneThey were proportionate to his thin frame and long bonesHands I used to stand and watch, transfixed, as he shaved My father’s eyes rarely had courage to meet…
Tao-Talk 