wind-play bows whole groves, but today, just one grass stem dips— zephyr? grasshopper?

All Abide

Droop of August grass ants’ pheromone rush— cricket chirp In response to the Ragtag Community Daily Prompt: Abide

On Reflection:

On reflection it seemed appropriate to drop this photo in response to the July 24 Ragtag Community Word of the Day Prompt.

How Loud Does a Thirty-Two Finned Fish Whistle Blow?

How and why and when Jonas Ammitian caught the biggest rainbow trout in the world is in part because of the man he met in a bar in West Bench, Montana, but mostly because of the kerfuffle being made of his life at the time. Jonas was not even a fisherman. He was a plain, salt … Continue reading How Loud Does a Thirty-Two Finned Fish Whistle Blow? →

Ruthless Is the Gardener

Today my chore— the damned invader weeds! But o, mustard's yellow?! I know it's a stretch, but think of it this way: a gardener deciding not to pull the yellow mustard sets a precedent. A lovely one but one that could be unpopular?

Frog Pond Haiku

When I pass a still pond of water, especially during the spring when the Frogs are sounding, I think of Basho's poem Old pond frog jump in plop I have not read it in the original Japanese--cannot is more accurate--but have read that in the Japanese the poem is such an onomatopoeic poem that sound … Continue reading Frog Pond Haiku →

Endangered

What if a species was going extinct practically gone almost KA-BLOOEY and what if TV and the Times stopped midmeaning and maybe nobody anymore said three armed men or six armed men or nine armed men or anything about any amount of arms and what if TV and Time couldn’t figure the only possible something … Continue reading Endangered →

In Montana People Do Not Use “Fickle” to Describe the Weather

Spring has fuddled off into mountains bleared with late April blizzard. Prompted and brought to you by "Vague"

The Last Worst Place

Toxic The only place I have seen death is in Hospitals. There is an inefficiency of death there. But a darkness of hope for those who will live yet beyond the walls, who look out on the Old Fan Mountain where they will walk again, out on the sun-silver water of the Madison where they … Continue reading The Last Worst Place →

The Losing Champs of the Universe

Of all the animals in this universe, the most ineffective, most inefficient, most diabolically destructive is that monster mankind. That we know of. There may be a planet somewhere out there in the nethers of space on which exists a sister species who is using their allotted two-hundred thousand years—give or take a million—to develop … Continue reading The Losing Champs of the Universe →