#FF — There’s No Place Like Home

PHOTO PROMPT © Sandra Crook There’s No Place Like Home My lids are closed, my breathing even and shallow. Sheepskin bedding cushions me. The air carries a hint of lilac over linament smell. Cat Stevens’, “Tea for the Tillerman” croons low in the background, in a duet with intravenous machine beeps. Minnie is warm against…

paradelle 2 — Autumn soothes for winter

most recent pic taken of the crows at fmg autumn soothes for winterbrown polliwogs, blue fish wigglebrown polliwogs, blue fish wigglechildren from shore watch, gigglechildren from shore watch, giggleblue fish watch, polliwogs gigglebrown children wiggle from shoreorange fox hops through tall grassorange fox hops through tall grasswillow tree yellow whoosh in windwillow tree yellow whoosh…

dVerse — MTB — The Shape of Dust

I speak to maps. And sometimes they something back to me. This is not as strange as it sounds, nor is it an unheard of thing. Before maps, the world was limitless. It was maps that gave it shape and made it seem like territory, like something that could be possessed, not just laid waste…

Poem — Morning Revelation

It starts small, like the tinkle of the cat’s collar. It trembles as the flipped blinds show a row of light. It rises with the stack of iced snow on the bird bath. It trickles with water falling from the aquarium filter. It gurgles with this morning’s coffee pot promise. It flits with house finches…