POPO 2025 — Day 32 — Leonardo’s Eyes

Leonardo’s Eyes Watching Ken Burns’ doc on DaVinci felt a little like having a magician’s secrets revealed; ahas on how he created light on canvas, bringing people, places, things to life. As I look outside this morning, watching cloud veils fall and shift aside for sun, I see through Leonardo’s eyes. This is a card…

Mouth Cemetery visit August 17, 2025

Mouth Cemetery is located about 20 miles north of here, in Montague, MI.  Reports of it being haunted have surfaced over the years, and I visited there some time ago to walk the grounds and take pictures and see if I picked up on any weird vibes.  I didn’t feel anything strongly, but after getting…

dVerse’ — MTB/Form — “Bike Ride: ‘nother ending”

Bike Ride – ‘Nother Endingrails are paved, conveyance on flat measuresshoes and tired frames are bouncing bumps graded; right direction’s comfort’s treasurelong arms, green sleeves, holes of chainsawed stumpsreaching out to thrill and feeling season’s fluxwinds are brushing cheeks with humus in the airdappled shadows flicker autumn movies’ flairsparkles on the river, geese are taking…

Happy Halloween 2025!

HAPPY HALLOWEEN ALL! I’ve been gathering pictures all October for this post.  Some were taken at the school, others at the library, and many at Old Faithful, FMG.  Besides the tombstones with epitaphs above, from a dVerse prompt, are already mentioned photos, a short video, and a Spotify playlist that was put together last year. …

POPO 2025 — Day 31 — Syn on the Cross(roads)

Syn on the Cross(roads) Hanging, crucified at the crossroads,splintered, indecision-pounded flesh,pained with gravity’s choice probes,exploring outcome receptors, burnedcircuits sizzling, char-curling nostrilsinhaling stench of the rancid future. This concludes Cascadia Poetics Lab‘s Poetry Postcard Festival 2025 poems and postcards.  It’s not quite over yet though.  There are 3 more that have been sent to my friends…

POPO 2025 — Day 30 — Dotty’s Prognosis

Dotty’s Prognosis Stage 3 of 3, aka the worst. 12-18 months eta to heaven. Her frankenbelly pale, a shaved expanse criss-crossed with thin, dark suture. “Bad news,” I message my kids, “will tell you more later.” Honestly, I don’t have the heart. Why such a small, gentle cat was given a life filled with misery,…