How to Poem How does one write a poem without sounding like a poet? I prefer in your face forms and rules; no hiding or trickery; to present itself as it is where liminal space need not puzzle it out. There’s a-muse-ment though in free versing it, like pouring a few drops of honey into…
Mama Stamberg’s Cranberry Relish
Steve, from Half-fast Cycling Club wrote about the passing of an illustrious, integrity-full journalist, Susan Stamberg, who passed away last week at the age of 87. Part of Steve’s post talks about one of her famous recipes for Cranberry Relish. I decided to take a crack at the recipe this afternoon. I don’t have a…
#FF — Nouveau
PHOTO PROMPT © David Stewart Nouveau Nouveau is the last city standing on Earth. Intact brick buildings line well-lit, clean – some might say sterile — streets. Very few humans walk its streets. Those linked to the masters. Every first of the month it rains for precisely one hour. Humans wait for that hour and…
POPO 2025 — Day 22 — Finally Noticed
Finally Noticed At the gardens at the koi pond appreciating shade I look up to see a stand of dawn redwood surrounding me. How many times have we walked the curving path to marvel at stacked boulders giving water its falling form, watched calico swirls gather tasty pellets without noticing the trees?
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Judy Dykstra-Brown is the host of The Numbers Game. This week we post pics from search #217. look for the arrow to the left of the pic to see the slideshow
#MMB October — “All This Time” by Sting
I lived next to a shipyard when I was young and it was a very powerful image of this huge ship towering above the house. Tapping into that was a godsend – I began with that and the album just flowed. – Sting Gordon Matthew Thomas Sumner (b. 10/2/51,) known as Sting, is an English singer, songwriter,…
POPO 2025 — Day 21 — drinkable riot
drinkable riot Riotous chamomile with its tall stalks, tiny daisy heads moving to wind’s (uneven) rhythm makes me smile; as it delights me to see my tea free in the wild.
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