Our time to stand and act is now as welcome is receding… En masse, to be receptive to reformation’s possibility. Gaia gave us her perfect garden and we’ve turned it into a dump. Please! Beg her to turn our hearts now to manifested love. I am today’s host of dVerse’ Quadrille Monday. I say: Your…
TSM 172 — each night she tries
by day she’s drenchedgloom’s sticky thingsforever youngforever trapped each night she triesto recapturethe special dreamwhen she felt free woolly cushionedeach night she triesshe drifts to sleepto see bright wings when moon rise and when daylight fleeseach night she triesto hear the song dim dusty trailsthat wind alongcold stone pathwayseach night she tries Carrie is…
Favorite Book Passages — from “In Search of our Mothers’ Gardens: Womanist Prose,” by Alice Walker
One thing I try to have in my life is an awareness of and openness to mystery, which, to me, is deeper than any politics, race, or geographical location. In the poems I read, a sense of mystery, a deepening of it, is what I look for – because that is what I respond to….
dVerse — OLN 297 — Daylight Dance
Forest trees, red bird;faerie dance, silk-haired;see her there amongst the leaves,wee? She’s shy by daybut needs sunbeams’ play.Watching her brings joy to me. When the crow calls onceand daylight’s not much,when it’s time for her to go,red bird nears on bough,cocks his head, chirps, “Now.”Soon they’re airborne, orange aglow. When the owl hoots twiceand she’s…
“A Pearl,” by Mitski, from “Be the Cowboy” Song Draft — Round 3 Pick 3
image from NPR website, which also has a good article on Mitski When I knew I was going to participate in Hanspostcard’s Song Draft, I knew at least one song would be from Mitski, aka Mitsuki Laycock, aka Mitski Miyawaki. Hans himself first introduced me to her music. Her sound is fresh, the music has…
#FF — Payback
PHOTO PROMPT© Jennifer Pendergast He’d raped my sister and several other women, but as town judge he was untouchable. I snuggled up to him at Joey’s, his favorite pickup spot, and soon we were parked by the pond. It was easy to rufi him. Once he passed out, I rolled him in. As his secretary,…
dVerse — Poetics — Persephone and Demeter: Wheat and Chaff
Incestuous, insufferable, impulsive, ignoramuses. Females, kernels of life, love, sustenance for frame and aether, shamefully and with intention objectified, defiled, restrained. Gods, my ass. Libidinous brutes who have their uses; yet mostly chaff. image: Persephone and Demeter by HillyMinne Sarah is today’s host of dVerse’ Poetics. Sarah says: Tonight I’d like you to take inspiration…
Tao-Talk 