dVerse — Prosery — Burning Questions

I was where I am When the snow began —from “The Dead of Winter” by Samuel Menashe December is when planning is needed to find daylight for important conversations. There is no grave to visit. The tall chimney never sleeps. I was where I am when the snow began, standing outside of the crematorium. No…

Message from The Oracle — Possibilities to Spring

See every day as little life surprise, soul sun out, and peace alive. Dare laughter, be wonder; dream, child. Hope where no bloom is as a world feels between. Believe vibration’s possibilities to spring. pic taken in November at sunset at The Highlands, which is a part of Blandford Nature Center This poem made possible…

Friday Favorite Feature 15 — Meijer Gardens Seasonal Indoor Railway Garden

railway garden The Railway Garden creates a winter wonderland during the University of Michigan Health-West: Christmas & Holiday Traditions exhibition. Trains weave their way around holiday-themed horticulture and dozens of West Michigan and Sister City miniature landmarks—made of natural materials—within the Grace Jarecki Seasonal Display Greenhouse. — from the website On Tuesday I was invited…

dVerse — MTB — A Cherita

spider weaves in picnic pavillion corner’s pink-red sunset I hack at deadwood as tourists depart and temperatures fall you build stick pyramid over handfuls of dried beach grass yellow-orange pyre against black silhouettes; smoke curls to sky you tend our crackling host as I pour toddies from bullet thermos alone with night, blanket across our…

My favorite Radio Hits from 1977

Max at Power Pop has a regular feature where he chooses his top songs from a particular year.  Instead of clogging up his comments section with my choices, here they are, and I’ve included a Spotify Playlist of my top 10 favorites.  These were taken from this list at playbackfm What are your favorite radio…

#FF — Dat Sun

PHOTO PROMPT © Fleur Lind I barrahed Paw’s flatbed to go get de parts for my Electra and was halfway there when de vision of her put on de brakes. Dat sun shore was shinin’ when I saw her. Flowers of every kind in her shiny blond hair. Her feet were bare and dirty; her…