dVerse — Q193 — Don’t Pinch Me

Don’t Pinch Me In half spoon-curled,nitelight soft-glowed,mattress-warmed,flannel-soothed,vervain-sniffedfluffy clouds I face youreven-breathed,solid presence. Eyelashes droopabove cold nose,waiting; my handrising and fallingon your chest. In timeyou turn to scootch-reachcloser, low-growling. Don’t pinch me if I’m dreaming. Top image link De is today’s host for dVerse’ Quadrille Monday. De wants us to write a quadrille (exactly 44 words…

#SLS — “Crawling,” by Linkin Park

Linkin Park From wikipedia: Linkin Park is an American rock band from Agoura Hills, California. The band’s lineup consists of vocalist/rhythm guitarist/keyboardist Mike Shinoda, lead guitarist Brad Delson, bassist Dave Farrell, DJ/turntablist Joe Hahn and drummer Rob Bourdon, with vocalist Chester Bennington. Vocalist Mark Wakefield was an early member prior to Bennington’s recruitment. Categorized as…

The Oracle — eden root

Which cycle’s noble?Summer green vining tendril,but never cloudy frost?Gentle poet every garden.Make peace with nature.Be here, there, in Eden root. top image link, which also takes you to an article about this song

Friday Favorite Feature 22 — “Pete’s Dad,” by Porno for Pyros

l. – r. Perkins, Stefano, LeNoble, Farrell When I heard Porno for Pyros’ song, “Pete’s Dad,” it hit me that I know so many band names while simultaneously not knowing much of anything about the band itself. Too much music, too little time! “Pete’s Dad,” is on my Spotify favorites list of songs I’ve gleaned…

#FF — Bring a Suit!

PHOTO PROMPT © Jennifer Pendergast After city dwelling for sixty years I moved into a northern berg. A week after moving into the bungalow on Main Street, I found Roslyn’s Cafe. I walk the block each morning for a cuppajoe, the senior breakfast special, and the hum of human conversation. Over time, I even began…

24 SSPC 17 Early Cold (3rd week) (Jan 5- 20) Shokan and dVerse OLN 354 — cold magic

cold magic winter’sheavy blue gloombreeds ill under dark cloudsuntil startling white blankets fallwith cheer short days,where life craves light,season’s noc comes too soon;orange embers, imagined sun,brings warmth I walkto the mail boxin swirling wind-flowers;dainty dancing crystals grace eyelashes tunnelsarch across road,a winter wonderland!where moisture weaves its cold magicsnow globe pine boughsdroop dreadfullyin clinging heavy snowwith…