Domestic Violence Ain’t No JokeSix months into to a life of me and you,we knew your mother was coming to visitbut you socked me in the cheek anyway.Silly you knew the karate you pulled meinto trained in tools to roll with; I grabbedyour arms, fell back, and threw you over into a wall. I met…
dVerse Haibun Monday — Labor Day labor
Labor Day Labor On Friday or Monday holidays, hospitals have special needs for labor coverage over three-day weekends. Older son was asked to work seven hours on Saturday at time-and-a-half. Since we planned on picnicking here today – and because he needs new brakes on his car – he agreed. As Frank mentioned in the…
The Numbers Game #88
Judy Dykstra-Brown is the host of The Numbers Game. Today’s number is 210. If you want to play along, type that number into your media images search box and share the ones you want of those that show up. I’ve played it a few weeks now and it’s fun. Lots of good photographers link up…
Mowing Safari
I mowed the grass yesterday. It’s a jungle out there! The most dangerous aspect of it is that the goldenrod is in full bloom and full of pollinators, including so many bumblebees. I did my best to keep far enough away from the fencelines so that my arms didn’t touch them. Another risky aspect are…
Mlady and Dotty Sunday Morning
Since Ob and I were conversating on his beloved Aukso yesterday, it reminded me I haven’t posted many pics of Mlady and Dotty lately. Because both of them were vying for my attention this morning in my usual spot on the couch, I decided to change things up on them and sit in the atrium…
#SLS — “The Seeker,” by Pete Townshend
It suffered from being the first thing we did after Tommy, and also from being recorded a few too many times. We did it once at my home studio, then at IBC where we normally worked then with Kit Lambert producing. Then Kit had a tooth pulled, breaking his jaw, and we did it ourselves. The results are…
The Oracle Speaks — Red is My Rain
Red is My RainYou, woman,are a pink rock,shadowed above,shot still with man’s urges;he who plays beautyas drunk lazy want.Sweet on smooth skin,he fiddles deliriously,mad as boiled sea.Blue diamond smells time.She storms less like lustbut sees how like wax the suit,a purple lie of sordid rust. The Oracle Speaks here.
Tao Talk 