The flowers float like gold petillant bubbles in the woods, their crackling too soft for my human ears.
I think this is a berry, but I’m not sure. It is on an old farm in Quilcene, gone wild. There is a cherry tree and four rhododendrons, an old chicken coop and an apple tree. Salmonberries and this. What is it?
I took the bandage off today. I would really like to heal. The scab between my breasts is bright hot angry red. I gently scrub with soap and the scab slowly peels showing the crater in my chest. I am the walking dead. The small child wants so badly to believe your word is true. You say you’ll be her friend forever no matter what. My devil laughs, a cynic. My angel turns away from you. When you walk away you drag behind each inch of my child’s gut. I see the wound is pulsing and now I give a start. You break your word, you lie, to my much abused small child. The pulsing mass I see is my aching bleeding heart. Every injury triples on the child you hold inside. I don’t stop loving even though I am gravely hurt. You’ve never loved at all: you grind hearts into the dirt.
A world built of lies, like a snow globe. Detached from reality. Contained, with music, and you can shake it up. It looks so pretty, but it isn’t real.
I am reading the list of medical conditions that put people at high risk from Covid-19.
I can nearly say that being a live human “bean”, as Walk Kelly would say, puts one at high risk from Covid-19.
My intuition studies medical conditions alcohol, overweight, diabetes, drugs it doesn’t say much about auto emissions or the healthy power of genuine hugs hypertension, asthma, bad livers or hearts Covid could get you if you don’t watch out I wonder if risks include noxious farts I’m in denial and not a bit stout dementia, disability, HIV or depression check off the ones you don’t have, think positive! I eat an ice cream bar while secretly confessing that eating and drinking might be causative Happy or sad or pie in the sky There is a daily risk that I could die
For Mother’s Day, my kids all called. My daughter sent tea and a card. A friend and I went to the Chimacum Woods Nursery and the rhododendrons there are mind blowing. They have been building the gardens there for over 40 years.
Fish fly in the ocean, water is their sky their lives in three dimensions, they jump into the air escaping larger fish, schools of large and small fry but up above their ceiling fly birds who eat them there I dwell on the flat, can jump on land or fly in planes go right or left or back or front, but less up and down did seals come onto land but regret the ocean main return to ocean free again to swim around my daughter’s team synchronized at the surface of the pool legs held straight out then spiral down into the water’s embrace breath held, they disappear, they seem to break the rules of oxygen. I hold mine too until they surface for a space fish fly in the ocean, water is their sky sometimes we dream of heavens where we remember how to fly
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My daughter was a synchronized swimmer from age 7 to high school, then swim team. Her comfort in the element of water is way beyond most people.
My daughter entering her other element.
The close picture was taken with my zoom lens, but she was not close at all.
I was “life guarding” though she was out far enough that there was not much I could do.
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For the Ragtag Daily Prompt: sturdy. I am not sure why. I was thinking that the ocean is sturdy and that fish can swim in more dimensions than we humans on land. And swimmers are sturdy too.
I took the first photograph in 2017 at the Baltimore Aquarium.
Discover and re-discover Mexicoβs cuisine, culture and history through the recipes, backyard stories and other interesting findings of an expatriate in Canada
Engaging in some lyrical athletics whilst painting pictures with words and pounding the pavement. I run; blog; write poetry; chase after my kids & drink coffee.
Refugees welcome - FlΓΌchtlinge willkommen I am teaching German to refugees. Ich unterrichte geflΓΌchtete Menschen in der deutschen Sprache. I am writing this blog in English and German because my friends speak English and German. Ich schreibe auf Deutsch und Englisch, weil meine Freunde Deutsch und Englisch sprechen.
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