beauty must never wind us bitterits apparatus tongues dream sweatlike sweet summer storm licks roseplease drunken fiddle, music me;show why ugly beat is a liebeneath honeyed symphony of light My message from The Oracle today, through magnetic poetry. While just out in the kitchen making (a late) lunch, The Analogue’s Sideshow (band doing non-Beatles music)…
Ekphrastic on Manet by Morisot repost
As you freshen up,I wait, gaze upontwo proper ladies;ruffled white blossoms,flushed with salty air,stare, hungry robins.Gull’s cry breaks the spell;guilt flops and lodges. “Where for tea?” you ask.Startled, I turn to meetyour sparkling blue eyes.“Snuggle first, perhaps?”I wink, grasp your hand.Love, afternoon’s task,writhes us like otters;honeymoon’s postures. Octameter form Reading a little about the painting,…
Protect Michigan’s Water, Land & Communities Rally
Speakers: Jefferson Ballew (Pokagon Band of Potawatomi) Miengun Pamp (Saginaw Chippewa Indian Tribe of Michigan) Winnay Wemigwase (Tribal Chair, Little Traverse Bay Band of Odawa) Lucas Sprague (Tribal Chief, Saginaw Chippewa Indian Tribe of Michigan) Andrea Pierce (Little Traverse Bay Band of Odawa) Dr. Nichole Keyway Biber (Little Traverse Bay Band of Odawa) Aja Wheatley-Medwayosh…
dVerse OLN 414 — Sleeplessness
Sleeplessness pink dawn’s new light creeps darkness’ hillblushing tells me awake; I’m stillnot asleep my thoughts meander consciousnessdeprives xana-du of mistressso sleepy! body leaden as if torturedracing rumination forwardsleep-zombied can I neutralize this schism?moderate this hers ‘n hism?beauty sleep? make a pact, a blessed covenantwalk as lovers, not sprint and gruntsound asleep… My second try…
#FF — Practice Makes Perfect
Practice Makes Perfect Born traveling, son of Ivan the Strongman and Sirena, the only Mermaid in captivity, Eggbert finally asked Mr. Barnum for permission to start his own act. After hearing the pitch, Mr. Barnum agreed, but only if he performed under Mystical Umbrella with Tatiana, the Tarot Card Reader and Indica, the Snake Charmer….
dVerse — MTB / Form — Flying High
Flying High hog rise to ridge; eyes cast, I spot,scene-squeezed, a vision: peepers pop,I’m sky-high dressed in sixties mini-dress (props)fishnet stockings, pink, with high-tops,her thigh-highs! long-haired mod-podge fantasy, herthumb out. my thighs scaffold outcrop,high-tail it. chopper-roared, muffler-growled spin-outrubber gripping melting blacktop;I’m high-risk rumbly offered boarding, hog stops.burned, relieved, she climbs atopwe high-fly Laura is Tuesday’s…
#SLS — In God’s Country by U2
Jim chose yet another good prompt for Song Lyric Sunday. I came across so many good ones before settling on this old gold tune by U2. I have 3 favorite U2 albums: The Joshua Tree, Achtung Baby, and All That You Can’t Leave Behind. “In God’s Country” is from The Joshua Tree, maybe one of…
