At the Frauenthal before the show began. My friend, Trish, is in the black beret. Thanks again, Trish, for inviting me! On Friday, April 28, I was blessed to be invited to see a Louis Armstrong Tribute performance featuring Byron Stripling at the Frauenthal Theater. Byron did triple duty, playing trumpet, singing, and conducting for…
dVerse — Q175 — dawn arise
shadow topography disorients, deceptive black map suspends us with starlight along dark paths. stumbles fall in dream- less sleep to dawn. arise now blank slate upon which to draw dawn’s sunlight topography, earth’s dirty receptivity. in rainbow geometry, kernels germinate to blossom-scented reign. top image: Hourglass- The short Eternity by Italia-Ruotolo-Art Whimsygizmo aka (De Jackson)…
Doodads — gardening inside and out
It’s been a busy weekend for doing plant things. Yesterday older son came over and put together 2 corrugated metal planters with 3ftx4ft (approx) dimensions. Thank you for making it easy for me, son! Pictures later of those once I decide where they are going to go, get them situated and full of dirt,…
Kerfe’s RWG 7 — Melted Wax
Mackenzie Davis as Mariette in Blade Runner 2049 my knotty, curly apparel,purple cactus coat, fringesits naughty dance; latches,smothers, and thrills withscalding strange draw asregret boils in amber glass insidious pretend whimsykeys its caress, scratchesunreachable itch to smashnests of enthusiastic grips;hushed prisons, melted wax. Note: I did not write this poem with the character in…
#FF — Smoke on the Water
PHOTO PROMPT © Brenda Cox Bird and Don enjoyed sailing on the Hill’s fifty-footer, but they were tired of being guests. The salesperson assured them no knowledge was needed for pontoon boats; just fill the tank, hop on, and go. They christened her Maryjane and invited a dozen guests for Memorial Day on the water….
dVerse — Poetics — Songs of My Parents
“The Art of Music,” by Adam Santana I am my father’s daughter as I walk through tall grass that whispers melodies in every season. River songs pause in winter to catch breath for spring’s gurgles. I see him there, sun in his eyes, his white t-shirt and faded overalls. I am my mother’s daughter, polar…
Tanka Tuesday 317 — Two Tankas
I watch deer at dusk out my back slider before turning on the lights; as dark shrouds them, I wonder are they still there — or just ghosts? Breakfast cafe fare of chai and vegan croissant, sitting across from my son; infinity rests with us in this moment’s food and talk. Colleen Chesebro is the…
