FDDA 11 — “Escape from US”

Fandango is the host of Fandango’s Dog Days of August.  Fandango says: Today’s theme is “your greatest fear.” Is it death? Disease? Ghosts? Someone? Something? Share a story, a poem, a photo, a drawing, some music, or whatever you wish to share about your greatest fear.  If you wish to participate, please write your post,…

What do you see # 40 — A message from heaven

As the monk rang six notes on the gong in the garden, six holy figures single-filed into the room, their long hair and silken robes of many hues flowing together as they moved. The only sounds aside from the now-fading sixth note of the gong were the stream tinkling outside of the window and the…

Reena’s Exploration Challenge #144 — What will it take?

  What will it take to breach the wall? Allow yourself a diff’rent view? Consider I’m the same as you? You must or else we all will fall. A virus scourge that beats them all Is out to slay and hack and hew What will it take to breach the wall? Allow yourself a diff’rent…

Mask Contest Winners

  The Mask Contest started last week and ends today.  Read about the contest here. And the winners are….   :::drumroll please::::  those who submitted an entry. Jim Adams, Max, and Ken Gierke. Congratulations! Each one of you shall have a poem constructed by me with a prompt word of your choice. The point I’m trying…

Mask Contest! All are welcome!

Max from the PowerPop blog just gave me a brilliant idea.  In the time of the COVID-19 pandemic, masks to protect oneself from the virus and to protect others if you have or are carrying it, need to be worn.  No, it isn’t Unamerican; no, it isn’t namby pamby to wear one.  It simply is…

Parasites and Hunter-Killers

  Hunter who has studied us One who knows our ev’ry like Sent by Mother Gaia, who Says it’s time for us to shift When our bodies have a foe We send out the phagocytes Killer cells who eat them up Balanced health an unspoke right We are now the parasites Mother’s body’s had enough…

dVerse — Alice Gone Wild

  Alice Gone Wild Our girths and portals swell and shrink, Adhere, adjust to what we eat, Our appetites great stones that sink; Condemn our home for taste of meat, We lie and kill and steal and cheat To have first choice to fuck hot pink. Design the odds; we can’t be beat. World by…