Originally posted on Charlotte Digregorio's Writer's Blog: uncle’s wake a lottery ticket in his patch pocket   by Tom Painting (USA) bottle rockets, No. 33, 2015

Originally posted on Project words: deep darkness swallowing the last silhouette ? ? ?

Originally posted on method two madness: Autumn. I fall into disrepair.  The sky still covers me, but my shadow dissolves into the remains of the golden ocean that heretofore eddied and flowed at my feet.  My skin lies ragged, unfilled. I was crowned, once, with dark discordant ornaments. They sit on other thrones now, unrepentant…

Originally posted on thoughts and entanglements: Mother Bea, sits in her wooden rocking chair on the rickety varandah. She is placed there every morning. She does not walk. She must be over 80 years old. Even her kids were old. When you are little, everybody is old! I watch her as she watch the daily…

Originally posted on rivrvlogr: rainbow in motion back and forth between the reeds dragonfly here, gone Carpe Diem #1525 Perpetuum Mobile … everlasting movement (“undou”) Images Museum of Fine Arts Boston Dragonflies and Pampas Grass, by Utagawa Yoshimori Dragonfly on the Moreau River, Missouri (photo)

Originally posted on Blue Willow Haiku World (by Fay Aoyagi): かぜやみて月の林となりにけり　　　しなだしん kaze yamite tsuki no hayashi to narinikeri             wind dies             it becomes             a moon grove                                                 Shin Shinada from ‘Hayabusa no Mune’ (‘Falcon’s Chest’) haiku collection by Shin Shinada, Fusansu-Do, Tokyo 2011