And bring no book, for this one day We’ll give to idleness. –from William Wordsworth’s, ‘Lines Written at a small distance from my House… Day 2: A drapery whoosh woke me from a flying dream. Bathed in burnished gold light, I stretched, cat-like. Inhaling deeply, my nostrils quivered with the aroma of fresh coffee from…
Music that Strikes a Chord — “Hang on to me Tonight,” by Mick Jagger from Wandering Spirit
Wandering Spirit was released in 1993. As I had never bought any Rolling Stones albums before, what possessed me to buy Mick’s album is a mystery. It’s the kind of sleeper music that takes a few listens before it hits you in the feels. There are several good tunes on this one. I like this…
TSM 194 — Til Death
Til Death Blind, fumbling amongst bramble I’m lost abandoned, bereft in enemy terrain without shoes, hungry, under cold heaven’s regard our love fast-fading sunshine to vacuum gloom your laugh seeps up in mist from your forever lie my tomb. Today’s poem is in the Waltmarie form, which is “a 10 line poem, any subject, even…
Job Announcements — Turtle Talk
Looking for an Indian law or leadership job? To post an open Indian law or leadership job to Turtle Talk, send the following information to indigenous@law.msu.edu: In the email body: A typed brief description of the position which includes: Position title Location (city, state) Main duties Closing date Any other pertinent details such as links…
There’s no such thing as ghosts.
image link I’m looking through old pictures for a project/submission I’m working on and came across the following. The artwork was created in a couple of poured acrylic classes that I went to with friends once and with family another time. The classes were held in the basement-turned-art gallery of one of the oldest still…
dVerse — MTB — kaleidoscope of silliness
image link jam balazza shrimpies go nancing in wampsies of the ketcher as gween-now-tan niblets jump from feels to steamy weds need nawtbut sowse bred jumbos dreep deep bled destemmed sleep splayed prey for air christal reign wile pooderfluff with risers puff in big iron muff need nawtbut kreeem squired geomets swimming currents dive somersaults…
Shay’s Word Garden Word List #8 (Russell Edson) & dVerse OLN
Hey Diddle Diddle Your smooth thumb circles the electric pink scar, a constellation, one star from silver spoons ago, when the cow grew tusks. We’d nibbled gingerbread, discussing vicarious ghosts of dishes; broken imitations. It made me burst in dizzy. I envisioned your autopsy. The hatchet grazed you. The look in your eyes now is…
Tao-Talk 