Female Bluebird on Fence, by Cheryl Thompson Do you know how way leads on to way? The dream class I’ve been participating in has led to an invitation to take part in a group that gathers once a month on/near the full moon and follows the wisdom found in Jamie Sams’ book, “The 13 Original…
TV Series Draft, Lisa’s Pick for Round 8, Sunday, June 5, 2022, “New Tricks”
l. – r. Gerry, Sandra, Brian, and Jack Although I had another series slated for this spot, I changed my mind again. I noticed I had no series chosen with a female lead, and that just isn’t cool in my book. Instead of whatever it was, now it is the UK’s BBC Series, “New Tricks,”…
Flora and Fauna Friday plus June tanka
And now, for the grand finale, a video of a Great Blue Heron hunting that I took yesterday. I should have kept the conversation my mom and I were having during the filming, but I added a soundtrack to it instead. Long legs step tall grass as neck keeps time with the breeze, while happy…
Verdict Analysis: addendum to Team Johnny or Team Amber?
Since first posted, the verdict has come in. I’m still trying to wrap my head around it. Going out to youtube (one of my sources for varying impressions on topics) I found this video opinion that gives a well-reasoned response to the request that someone gave him to analyze the verdict. Please, share your thoughts….
dVerse — Poetics — Our Stories
(There are) many stories which are not on paper, they are written in the bodies and minds of women. — Amrita Pritam I hear her each morning before she rounds the corner heading to the well. It is a shuffling, almost furtive, where her worn sandals scuffle hard-packed dust. It would have been kinder to…
#FF — Gentrified
PHOTO PROMPT © Lisa Fox My lineage has lived in this building since the town formed. Great-great grandfather helped Mr. Lanscombe lay the bricks, in exchange for a promise of a forever apartment for his family. Although deed-free, who could leave such an arrangement. A sesquicentennial later, I’m still here. Some say it’s a dump,…
dVerse — Quadrille 153 — Greed’s Covet
Dawn blushes horizon’s lip as deer, mist-soaked, hooves to coats, browse. Drowsy after night’s day, they, dainty, step through stone testaments of dust. The grass is greenest here, over bones, where ghosts’ collective groans lament our kind’s terminal folly; our greed’s covet .……………………………………………over love. top image link Linda is today’s host of dVerse’ Quadrille Monday. …
Tao-Talk 