Ask a rock why. When will they be, forest-haired, singing some stormly sky to lathered light? Diamond-breasted dreamers lust after summer shadow. Sad moon honey crushes ache together, bitter, smelly eggs. Red rain, please recall garden petal dresses, sweet roses moaning with their bare fiddle symphony. Bonus message: play goddess, shine show no ugly rust….
POPO 2025 — Day 11 — Knowing
Knowing Knowing such things happento us, are happening to others,knowing such things are possible,how can we, they, go on withoutdismantling? Many do.If they, we, survive, how?These are questions screamingin our faces right now.
FFF 54 — Tedeschi Trucks Band — I am the Moon top 6 favorite songs
Kerfe mentioned borrowing “I Am the Moon” from the library and I found it on Spotify and have listened the pixels off of it. Today’s post will be sharing who Tedeschi Trucks Band (TTB) are, where this 4-album set rests within their discography, and what my 6 favorite cuts off of it are. I will…
POPO 2025 — Day 10 — satisfaction
satisfaction There’s nothing more satisfying than watching plants grown from seeds rising above the edge of the raised beds, reaching towards the sky, an inspiration to every eye.
OLN 393 — Destroying Evidence is a Crime
“Liberty Molested” (2024) Destroying Evidence is a Crimeerasure is a capital offenseredacted acts committed don’t existwhen felons strike the match there’s no defensea gravity of culling has besetideas, shapes, and sizes on the blockcreative output yanked from walls & shelvesrecorded testaments of what is bestand worst about a species gone awrywith highs and lows that…
POPO 2025 — Day 9 — She
She (for Mlady) She pads on silent paws that end feather-light leg bones attached with sleek tendons and muscles, housed in long, cottony-soft fur. She moves effortlessly this mute huntress, from screened door to screened door watching chipmunks scurry, bright-striped, brown-patched, along their chipmunk paths.
#FF — Goodwill
PHOTO PROMPT © Roger Bultot Goodwill I’m sweeping the front stoop when they visit my shop; the lady with honey-shine hair and emerald eyes, holding hands with her small, pale son. They spend an afternoon looking for tiles to refurbish her patio. Her garrulousness almost overwhelms me, yet I appreciate her knowledge of clay, glazes,…
