Bio Note: Rain keeps drizzling which in no way lessens the songs of spring peepers. Today I dug up bloodroots and planted them alongside the daffodils.
Toko Shainado’s Art
calligraphy falls off her brush art beat heart beat art treasure red blood on legs black wings beat void bird art lines flap lines tangle lines diverge ancient red energy modern black box stroke up stroke down stroke stops Shainado lives to 107 last year’s seed pod brown bare branch a thrush sings
After Song by Big Daddy Kane – The Wrath of Kane The heat is on so feel the fire a crumb starts to walk no, it’s an ant a hornet sting throbs you’re in its space shooter hits a mall mischance, you’re there a drive-by shooting devil’s own luck struck dead by lightning sunshine, no rain only one monarch lots of flowers barefoot on grass clover without bees a silent springtime the frogs don’t sing fire season west the sun shines red the fire burns…
©2022 Ingrid Bruck
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