Mid-winter’s silver flows over rocks, under ice; gravity-compelled, defying temperature, waterfall tinkles in snow. It is in the 80’s here in MI. Looking for pictures of waterfalls, I came across the photo taken mid-winter and thought oh my, wouldn’t it be nice to cool off there right now. It is mid-winter in the Southern…
#MM Music Challenge — “Your Best American Girl,” by Mitski
Jim Adams is the every-other-Friday, music-loving host of Mindlovemisery Menagerie’s Music Challenge. Jim says: The challenge today is to focus on [Smooth Operator, by Sade] and use it for a short story, a piece of flash fiction, or a poem that you can share with the WordPress writing community. When I thought about songs with…
Novelty Song Friday #19 — “Shanty,”by Jonathan Edwards, aka The Friday Song
Up until I was about 15-16 years old in the 1970s, besides listening to albums of my mom and grandparents and my own meager collection, I listened exclusively to AM Top 40 radio. I have no idea how I learned about FM radio, but listening to 97 WLAV FM out of Grand Rapids, MI, who…
Thursday Inspiration 66 — Leaves of Joy
When I watched the Ginger Baker documentary, “Beware Mr. Baker,” I learned that after Cream disbanded, Eric Clapton and Ginger went to join Steve Winwood and Rick Grech to form the group Blind Faith. Blind Faith’s self-titled album was their only one, released in 1969. As I looked outside today, the sun was shining through…
Reena’s Exploration Challenge #145 — Cryptic
in artesian spring water washing with gentle hands, rubbing rubbing the dust off until you’re red and gleaming tongue runs from bow to stem teeth grow impatient then pounce sinking into your juicy flesh Reena Saxena is the host of Reena’s Exploration Challenge. Reena says: The subject is totally your choice. It can…
Haikai Challenge #148: summer meadow (natsuno) Search for midsummer dessert
Black tree silhouettes against an orange canvas set a background for deer grazing the summer meadow. They step closer to the house – and the apple tree, hoping for small early fallen fruit; crunchy dessert after the delicious yet limp blades of grass. This gogyohka form poem was inspired by an incident yesterday….
#FF — Heavy Metal
At age four, Timmy rarely spoke. From the many crayons, he chose only blue to do his scribbles. He seemed tuned out and didn’t make eye contact. Sometimes he spontaneously tantrummed. Maya sought help. Conventional opinions and treatments ranged from his being an idiot that needed confinement; to he would grow out of it so…
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