Crafts of LivingThe day she realized she couldn’t staybegan to craft a plan to get away meticulously carried out each stepby time he realized it she had lefthe cried a lot but then his rage beganhe crafted ways to punish her and thenit carried on for way too many yearsthe letting go, the cultivating fearsuntil…
POPO 2025 closing, photo of postcards received and cento poem
POetry POstcard (POPO) Festival 2025 was the best one yet, both on the creating and sending and the receiving. There were 31 people on my official list and 3 on my unofficial list. Each of these individuals received a collage postcard put together by me, with a poem that was spontaneously written in the mornings…
Doodads — Two good pieces of news
The first piece is that I will be able to access fiber optic internet and maybe phone soon. All summer, step by step, things have been being put into place for it. This morning when I heard trucks outside again, I looked out and saw workers doing something. After they left I walked out and…
dVerse Q235 — Whirled Peas
dreaming kwan yin (2021) Whirled Peas Soul curls, warm cushionfor pearl purse respite in hardened world.Soft for a girlwithout fur,naked cur,unworthy,unfurled,unsure.Herewhirledpeas makesmanifest cream,love’s purest scheme.Middlin’s construct, meshwithout outlying extremes,without supreme agendas; with fuzzy, cooperative dreams. De Jackson (aka whimzygizmo) is today’s host for dVerse’ Quadrille Monday, where De would like us to write a 44-word…
POPO 2025 — Day 34 — Power vs. People
Power vs. People Those who aspire to politicsfor power, not peopledon’t study ethics, morals,and integrity. Instead they studyrhetoric, body language, andwhich power mongrels [sic] to ally with. For people politicians, we, thepeople, are us, their family.Acting in our best interestsis their guiding principle. Last one, for a friend. Tomorrow I will be posting last…
POPO 2025 — Day 33 — Avenue of Trees
Avenue of Trees Cloud sky stew merries the world in palest hue. Hot dead air replaced, cool breeze wafts through. It’s soft, the wind, it brushes my skin as doors open, a/c offed, perfect summer day. No appointments, deadlines; I take a ride on my bike down the avenue of rustling trees. Another one for…
Tao Talk 