#FF — Why Libraries Matter

PHOTO PROMPT © Ted Strutz “She may never speak,” intoned Dr. Francis. John and Libby walked out of the specialist’s office with Merry toddling between them, silent, containing. When Merry was safely snuggled in dreamland with Tam, the teddy bear, they agreed that doctors’ egos made them monsters. When John and Libby took Merry to…

The Second British Invasion Music Series — The Brit Box, Disc 1, Track 16, “This is How it Feels,” by Inspiral Carpets

Inspiral Carpets Steve Huey from allmusic says about Inspiral Carpets: After the Stone Roses and Happy Mondays, Inspiral Carpets were arguably the third most popular band to emerge from the late-’80s/early-’90s Madchester scene. Like the Charlatans UK, they weren’t quite as innovative as the city’s two standard-bearers, relying less on the contemporary dance club beats…

dVerse — Poetics — Ode to a Thesaurus

The trail drones on as bee until it stings me to a quiver Hermetic trills oneiric bells clamour-call to muse liver Emergent words select themselves, infuse with a honeyed click Surprised each time at ideal choice. I cackle until I hic A clever muse she daisy-chains the ponies in formation Umbrella chants while ponies dance…

Movies, Movies, Movies! #114 – January 18, 2022

Welcome to another installment of Movies, Movies, Movies! Fingers crossed you find something that sounds good or one you’ve seen you can make a comment about. Spectre (2015) Starring: Daniel Craig, Cristoph Waltz, Lea Seydoux, Ralph Fiennes, Monica Belluci Director: Sam Mendes Genres: action, adventure Synopsis: why reinvent the wheel? Here is an excellent synopsis…

Shay’s Word Garden Word List #9 (Joan Colby)

Undone Today I climb with crows, their silhouettes flickering in sunlight like16mm movies. I rise to where gypsy clocks reign – where regret’s stitched coffin rests, to when we parted; when love, pain, and evil danced — to your lithe, lifeless form, now mist glissades as you kiss the rocks; your right broken femur a…

dVerse — Prosery — Honey Sun Honeymoon

And bring no book, for this one day We’ll give to idleness. –from William Wordsworth’s, ‘Lines Written at a small distance from my House… Day 2: A drapery whoosh woke me from a flying dream. Bathed in burnished gold light, I stretched, cat-like. Inhaling deeply, my nostrils quivered with the aroma of fresh coffee from…