Slip of unraveled rope still flaps and whips, a fluffy snake pain marker; company in leprous shade. I avoid this place of sacrifice but miss your attention; on impulse I’ve dressed my ravaged face, Fascinated in morbid fashion at its folded and patted ratty clam, and make my way to unused beach. Half-buried wreck juts…
Doodads yard and queen bee
Another stroll around the yard and also an adventure with a queen bumblebee. Click on most captions for larger images.
red pine prayers (senryu)
Red pine fingers reachoffer praise in willow’s churchin a too blue world
Call for Submissions: 99 words or 99 syllables on the theme of fire — you have until the end of May to submit!
Have you submitted??? 🔥 You can submit three (3) entries. If you’ve already sent in one entry… why not write two more? 🔥 Carrot Ranch Literary Community Around the Campfire is a bi-annual publication of quality fiction, creative non-fiction, memoir, and poetry in the specific styles of 99 words or 99 syllables (Double Ennead). The […]…
#FF — Blue Stew
Ay was crunchy and gassy. Bee was sweet and acidic. Married in the middle, their grounding spice nourished their relationship well. That is until the salty and sour couple moved in next door. Cee was in marketing and a porn addict. Dee was a palm reader who told her clients the truth. One night over…
Tanka Tuesday 320 — New Pearls
seasons sing of struggle chores demand our action can’t get any traction down and just can’t juggle underserved with chuckles need reboot of passion daydreams of sweet dally night dreams filled with diddle double cream finale noted worthy assay notch headboard with tally answers need no riddle mindful be in both worlds oyster growing new…
dVerse — Poetics — Alchemy of Freedom
Ahmad Shamlou The misconception of totalitarianism is that freedom can be imprisoned. This is not the case. When you constrain freedom, freedom will take flight and land on a windowsill. — Ai Weiwei They cough at soot of hell’s belchlong before others smell smoke. They hear change in morning notes;doves flutter away, ravens…