Mom will not see another solstice in this life. Day is night and night is day as night approaches. They say the morphine is to help with breathing and for the pain; but mom was breathing ok before and she had no pain other than that of the children she bore and the grandchildren she…
Doodads — The Highlands Park in Grand Rapids
Per the website: The Highlands is a collaboration between the Land Conservancy of West Michigan and Blandford Nature Center to transform a former golf course into a healthy and thriving urban natural area. I met up with my two sons, my daughter in-law, and my baby granddaughter at The Highlands on Saturday. Located in an…
Out Now! Wounds I Healed: The Poetry of Strong Women — Experiments in Fiction
Now available for purchase! 100 Poets, 200 poems, two of which are mine. Please consider buying the book in either kindle or paperback. Dear Readers, It gives me great pleasure to announce the publication of Wounds I Healed: The Poetry of Strong Women, edited and curated by No.1 Amazon Bestselling poet… 316 more words Out Now!…
Doodads — pics from the week
Click on captions to see full-sized image. Looking at a web page, it might be a Dobson fly
dVerse — Poetics — The Death of Dolores Haze
That summer when sweet dew was on the rose she danced and played along the merry lane while mother hummed a tune and hung the clothes. Yet ill winds soon would spin the weather vane. A stranger from Bigtown, in fancy clothes, arrived and said he’d traveled on the train. Slack-jawed and bug-eyed, looked just…
#FF — Where we left off…
PHOTO PROMPT © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields She is a bright bouquet of flowers. He is her buoyant supporter. They met at a fundraiser for the hospital. She was entertaining as a clown and he was walking displays of donated items for the silent auction. He fell in love with her sunflower painting. She personally thanked him…
dVerse — Monday Quadrille 154 — however it’s spelled
Does exuberant green panorama speak Spring or Summer? Mid-June paper flutters in ninety-degree heat. Rhubarb roars. Dandelions smoke cigarettes, bees hmmm carnal at rainbows. Lilacs’ brown sugar memory; mitigated with gingered peonies. Life cycles’ motors rumble. Six letters may spell what they wish. This poem is also a nod to Sanaa’s included quote (thanks Sanaa!)…
