Rise to the surfacefrom deep blue each breath a lighter hue Patchwork of cloudsmeshed together,one hand lifts us up. A place where we see,formed, yet formless,happiness is a noplace But everyplace to be;blind, yet seeing,all one being. When I read Lillian’s prompt word over the weekend, I took a moment to take it…
Halloween Poetry — Manifestation Final Chapter — originally published in 2018
Today is the final chapter of the story, Manifestation. I decided to create a collage to illustrate the concept of the last chapter. Looking through the landscape images first, then to the fitting image of the goddess, I pulled out possible candidates. A fellow blogger, hanspostcard , had posted something about Gordon Lightfoot, so I…
2020 ALBUM DRAFT- ROUND 12- PICK 4-COMPILATION- MSJADELI SELECTS- PEARL JAM – LOST DOGS — slicethelife
2020 Album Draft- Round 12- Pick 4- Compilation- MSJADELI selects- Pearl Jam- Lost Dogs. Lost Dogs is a two-disc compilation album by the American alternative rock band Pearl Jam, released on November 11, 2003 through Epic Records. The album has been certified gold by the RIAA in the United States. The type of compilation album […]…
Halloween Poem: The Forgotten Promise
This Halloween I am the bearerOf a tiny tale of terrorCloaked in gloom, I am the wearerGallows grin and red-eyed starerBuilding screams in throats, I’m snarerTime to leave – or stay in error! In her ear a planted borerGrinding jaws, consuming horrorLaying claim, brain’s apple-corerMerciless, doom comes for herUnless a cure can restore her…
dVerse — OLN — Best Turkey of the Bunch
Dead, unfallen leaves shine brighterThan the weak beam of our faded star.As we walk with hope to cast our voteFor the best turkeys in the running,The whole world is watching. Bjorn is today’s host of dVerse’ Open Link Night, which was also a live event.
#FF — Chosen by a Goddess
photo (c) J Hardy WARNING: Disturbing content Chosen by a Goddess For years I watched them. My faded blue uniform, dingy yellow pail on wheels with filthy water, and heavy mop gave me a front-row ticket to the show. Every morning and afternoon, they knelt before me, a chorus of chattering goddesses, their firm young…
