For sixty years A/C was not my way.There may have beena few days when I would have cranked it up each year.Since then A/C has become my daily summer friend. Every day blazes eighty-fivein supposed-to-be coolMichigan. I like fake cool,but it’s an ice-gilt prisonthat lulls me in its comfort.
Friday Favorite Feature 46 — carved Jesus
A Writing Presence asked to see an image of Jesus carved out of a piece of wood. I got this object d’art at a yard sale at work many moons ago now. One of my co-workers used these sales to de-clutter his house and generate money for programs for juvenile delinquents. In this way “trash”…
POPO2024 Day 13
Two days after the big rain,I walked to the mailbox.I spied a small, very dry,lost toad in the middle ofthe road. Early enough for dewto still speckle tall grassalong the ditch, I nabbedher and walked her back.Opening my palm, mid-stoop,she leapt and landed in wet. One less sufferingcreature in the world. A saved toad as…
Doodads fmg
We met up at fmg on Tuesday, as we have all summer. We headed back to the recreation of the farm from Lena’s childhood and planned on taking a back route over to the Japanese Garden, but there was work going on in that area, so it was gated off. Instead we took a boardwalk…
dVerse — OLN 369 — She Hides
She HidesShe hides her shapefrom patriarchal pawing,donning ill-fitting mumusin off-putting shades,passively cultivating uglyhairstyles through neglect.But I see her curves through shadows against lightand flimsy cotton;in her soft smileswhen she thinks no one is watching, in her gentle touch of stem as she bendsto smell the rose.I want to reach out,to tell her she is beautiful,that…
POPO2024 Day 12
I’m going to havean indoor plant sale.Since 2011, the atriumand attached mini-greenhouse have guar-anteed that no house-plant will ever die.Not only that, each sproutand leaf has multipliedinto a Michigan jungleof jade, succulents,spider plants, ferns — plus grapefruit and avocado trees! They thrive in ourcare, but fly they must,fledged from their home.
#FF — Polly Needa
PHOTO PROMPT © David Stewart Polly Needa “&&^%^*&^*^*^!!!!!!,” Polly screeches. Startled awake, one eye creaks open to see five on the clock. “It’s OK, girl,” I tell her. It’s moving day. The van will arrive at two. Everything’s in neatly stacked boxes in the middle of the apartment except bedding, fresh clothes, toiletries — and…
Tao-Talk 