But that smile was the last smile To come upon her face. — Dudley Randall, Ballad of Birmingham Lolita had been trained that being white and pretty gave her advantage — and that she was never to tell what she and daddy did in secret. She’d been raised from infancy by Ruth, who’d come to…
Hey You (free verse)
image link Hey You Not going to name any name(s)but there’s a sneaking suspicionthat one of my commentors hasbegun using AI commenting, atleast some of the time. When Ihave fully focused on reading hundreds of your comments overthe years and suddenly I read whatsounds like a stranger, a pall iscast over you. Like losing an…
#SLS — “Vänner och Fränder” (translated to Friends and Relatives) by Garmarna
Garmarna I went out to Spotify and found a playlist someone made of 100 of the best Scandinavian songs, but after sampling many of them I wasn’t too keen on the musical tastes of the person who put the list together. Then I put a search on Scandinavian musical artists and started scrolling until I…
Friday Favorite Feature 21 — “No Words” (cover) by Popdudes
image from discogs Sorry for another late posting but it’s still Friday here. Will try to do better next week. While listening to this week’s Spotify Release Radar (from now on abbreviated to SRR) this tune struck me as very pointedly Beatlesesque. Popdudes is the long-running power pop inspired side-project for music scribe, John M….
dVerse — MTB — If you want me to be honest
If You Want Me to be Honest April’s burst slumbers yet as I travel my slow-moving world. Each morning I make my way; Primordial, I shimmer. Datura, pale, mute blossom, listens in. Silly thought, I thought we had forever. To think I’ve waited for you. Take this clutter from my house, my psyche, and the…
dVerse — MTB — Brushing cobwebs from inkstone
Brushing cobwebs from inkstone Sol white-out blinds Beneath bluebird there’s no sun In garden dwells a human sage Red blossoms dangle Green cornstarch circle Chipping brown-furred critters love to dig showy Hazy honey texture Spider weaves in picnic pavilion corner’s pink-red sunset Canyon’s furry paw cups in golden light Your gaze, your golden eye fringed…
dVerse — Poetics — Your Faithful Hound
Your Faithful Hound Catch your scent upon the wind, it stirs my heat; Burning bright, a dog turned wolf, I range night sky, Sniff you out, star drunk, to where we always meet. Mystery. There is no sense. Do not ask why Comes this urge to go and fetch with earnest howl Fermented myst goblets…
Tao-Talk 