photo by Terri Webster Schrandt canyon’s furry paw cups in golden light her cool wet palm buoyant paradise two float as one, a timelessness in this perfect shared moment when the world disappears reciprocal love memory trails carry our currents on on we go life currents rippling outward bumping not binds but quantum platters spinning…
dVerse Poetics — The Sacrifice
Deer and Cherry Tree by Kano Tan’yû, 1667 Bowls of seasons have arced heaven since this recollection came to pass. ‘Twas before the boys hit teens, and I, a divorced young mother, yearned for resonance in a world beyond cave. Bravely traversing cyberia, an enclave, one some might call a bamboo grove, happened along the…
dVerse Prosery — Night of the Solstice
To be pretty for you I have dropped two seeds of turnsole in the dark of both eyes. — by Isabel Duarte-Gray, from the poem, Garden I remember the date my soul left my body. It was the night before the winter solstice of my seventeenth year. Mother had been down with the grip for…
Friday Favorite Feature 3 — books for granddaughter (and one for me)
I went to the library yesterday to drop off due items and pick up items on hold. There is a cart in the entryway where donated books are placed. I noticed the loon book first and thumbed through it as I know a story about a loon from the dreams and mythology class, but this…
d’Verse MTB — Darling Nell
A woman who knows where she’s been, where she is, and where she is headed. Darling Nell and Dear Tigare mirrored, mutually imprinted, souls housed in flesh. Nell, whose thought caches contain many worlds, spillsmemoirs, clears mice nests from boots, and dives intoicy water to retrieve windblown, now sodden, yoga pants. Tig, a helpmate, appreciator…
Tanka Tuesday 336 — annual harvest
We gather, families. Planting’s start ends in fields’ sweet plenty, each seed’s wrung miracle made manifest. We, shirts wet, sour sweat under dusk lemon skies raise glad, tearful eyes, whisper thanks to Mother’s graced, successful harvest season. Harvest complete, barns filled, and canning done; midnight bonfires, warm bellies, blue moon. Cool dawn’s wake, in community;…
Tomatoes, peppers, dawn redwood, oh my
It’s been a little bit since posting pics of the produce. These were taken yesterday. That bowl is about a foot across, and without weighing it, I am guessing full it weighs between 5-10#. This is the 3rd big bowl of tomatoes harvested from the plants so far and it looks like there will be…
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