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HTTP/2 301 server: nginx date: Sun, 01 Feb 2026 13:58:40 GMT content-type: text/html content-length: 162 location: https://bodhirose.wordpress.com/feed/ x-ac: 2.bom _dca MISS alt-svc: h3=":443"; ma=86400 strict-transport-security: max-age=31536000 server-timing: a8c-cdn, dc;desc=bom, cache;desc=MISS;dur=306.0 HTTP/2 200 server: nginx date: Sun, 01 Feb 2026 13:58:41 GMT content-type: application/rss+xml; charset=UTF-8 vary: Accept-Encoding x-hacker: Want root? Visit join.a8c.com/hacker and mention this header. host-header: WordPress.com vary: accept, content-type last-modified: Mon, 15 Sep 2025 03:26:49 GMT x-nc: HIT dca 56 content-encoding: gzip x-ac: 3.bom _dca BYPASS alt-svc: h3=":443"; ma=86400 strict-transport-security: max-age=31536000 server-timing: a8c-cdn, dc;desc=bom, cache;desc=BYPASS;dur=312.0 https://bodhirose.wordpress.com Most of my writings will be true-life experiences. We'll see what else shows up... Tue, 09 May 2023 01:48:59 +0000 en hourly 1 https://wordpress.com/ https://bodhirose.wordpress.com/wp-content/uploads/2017/12/cropped-20171023_130400.jpg?w=32 https://bodhirose.wordpress.com 32 32 Prowler on Stymie Place https://bodhirose.wordpress.com/2023/05/08/prowler-on-stymie-place/ https://bodhirose.wordpress.com/2023/05/08/prowler-on-stymie-place/#comments Tue, 09 May 2023 01:48:59 +0000 https://bodhirose.wordpress.com/?p=10607 My brother decided to take matters into his own hands. He crouched in the shadows of our backyard with a shotgun packed with rock salt. A prowler had previously invaded our home and left our nights anxiously sleepless. He had left dirt-outlined footprints that lead from the open kitchen door into our living room.

Presently, our guy appeared. Rusty took aim, missed, and hit our backdoor leaving a splintered hole. Prowler took off running followed close behind by my brother. On this day without a date, on a backstreet, dusky, a scream was heard as my brother zeroed in and met his mark in the guy’s buttocks!

In hysterics, Prowler approached a neighbor saying that a madman had tried to kill him. As my brother caught up to them, he explained the situation, and the man was detained by them both for the authorities.

Join us at dVerse Poets Pub as we write Prosery with Lisa hosting.

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Photo by Dale Rogerson; All Rights Reserved She thought that she was going to die at age 92 because two of her older sisters had died at that age. We wondered that whole year that she turned 92 if her belief was going to come to fruition. But no, it didn’t. She lived on past 95. We cleared out the remnants of her house later that year. Had started while she was still alive, weeding through all her kept memorabilia—some over eighty years old. This folding chair was unwanted. We didn’t remember where it had come from but now it could become someone else’s future memory. Rochelle Wisoff-Fields leads us in Friday Fictioneers to write a complete story in 100 words. ]]> https://bodhirose.wordpress.com/2022/04/13/memorabilia/feed/ 22 bodhirose Hanabi; Fire Flowers https://bodhirose.wordpress.com/2022/03/31/hanabi-fire-flowers/ https://bodhirose.wordpress.com/2022/03/31/hanabi-fire-flowers/#comments Thu, 31 Mar 2022 20:04:57 +0000 https://bodhirose.wordpress.com/?p=10250 Dimly outlined, beyond the trees silhouetted by the fireworks, Mt. Kyogatake can just be made out across the Sumida River, its summit snow-covered. The sun dips below the edge of the earth; the final, fading traces of light produce a crimsoned, golden glow that complements the celebratory display of waning summer. Lanterns lining the port's perimeter illuminate the water; light dances as the waves ripple and undulate under the star-scattered heavens. The moon rises baring only half of her face. Shadowed surface beams a quiet swath of light amidst the crackling multi-colored hanabi, fire flowers, that emblazon the darkness. Kajika, river frog, falls silent and stares. Moon flowers open as evening descends. A calm breeze caresses. Unlike the exhibition filling the scene before her, Ichika feels an aching emptiness. Shinnen, the New Year, arrived with death this year and the grief still hangs heavy. Uncle had always been her favorite. Reaching into the sleeve of her yukata, she searches for the letter that had carried the news. summer nights turn cold winter rains blur life and death south wind begets spring Ingrid is hosting Open Link Night at dVerse Poets! ]]> https://bodhirose.wordpress.com/2022/03/31/hanabi-fire-flowers/feed/ 12 bodhirose Darkness Wills https://bodhirose.wordpress.com/2022/03/03/darkness-wills/ https://bodhirose.wordpress.com/2022/03/03/darkness-wills/#comments Thu, 03 Mar 2022 22:02:22 +0000 https://bodhirose.wordpress.com/?p=9580 darkness wills the day to closure
with composure
colors turn gray
light fades away

shadows begin to play, grow deep
birds turn to sleep
crickets start to chirr
nocturnals stir

promising moon rises brighter
silent glider
owl swoops on prey
that mouse astray

Lisa hosts Open Link Night at dVerse Poets Pub. You’re invited to join in the fun!

]]> https://bodhirose.wordpress.com/2022/03/03/darkness-wills/feed/ 23 bodhirose Cold as a Mountain Peak https://bodhirose.wordpress.com/2022/02/28/cold-as-a-mountain-peak/ https://bodhirose.wordpress.com/2022/02/28/cold-as-a-mountain-peak/#comments Mon, 28 Feb 2022 21:28:47 +0000 https://bodhirose.wordpress.com/?p=10342 In meditation, I find my mind more restless and wandering than usual. The minutes since sitting seem long and drawn out—time has stilled but not my attention. Heaviness is pervasive and a tightness around my heart. I’m conscious of the fan blades moving lazily overhead and a slightly warmed breeze coming through the open window. The sound of tiny birds enters the room coming forth from the birdfeeder hanging just outside. A light, fluttering splash lets me know that someone is bathing in the nearby birdbath. The chimes outside the kitchen door let out an almost imperceptible tinkling as the melody finds its way to my room. silence breaks my heart cold as a mountain peak sunflowers weep Join us at dVerse as Frank Tassone guides us with his Haibun presentation. ]]> https://bodhirose.wordpress.com/2022/02/28/cold-as-a-mountain-peak/feed/ 26 bodhirose Winter’s Deep Thaw https://bodhirose.wordpress.com/2022/02/24/winters-deep-thaw/ https://bodhirose.wordpress.com/2022/02/24/winters-deep-thaw/#comments Thu, 24 Feb 2022 21:44:27 +0000 https://bodhirose.wordpress.com/?p=10334 winter’s deep thaw ushers in spring frost and blizzards no more a sting birds reappear since season’s fall perching, trilling, tweets start to sing warm longer days, nests made of straw ushers in spring, winter’s deep thaw sparrows alight, to bathe and feed winging faster than on a steed shadow startles and they take flight now unseen within the oak tree like fairies, elves and ghostly sprites to bathe and feed, sparrows alight Grace shows us a new form called the Sparrowlet. Join us over at dVerse Poets for some fun. ]]> https://bodhirose.wordpress.com/2022/02/24/winters-deep-thaw/feed/ 20 bodhirose Rocky Black-Top Blues https://bodhirose.wordpress.com/2022/02/03/rocky-black-top-blues/ https://bodhirose.wordpress.com/2022/02/03/rocky-black-top-blues/#comments Thu, 03 Feb 2022 21:47:49 +0000 https://bodhirose.wordpress.com/?p=9669 the trucks rolled
into the neighborhood
one school’s-out
summer day

jackhammers began
ripping up the worn
tarry asphalt
(oh good, we thought
a nice, new road
although it was fine the way it was)
we could outline our hopscotch
game in chalk
play tic-tac-toe
scribble a scene, doodle our names
we could speed on our roller skates
and our home-made skateboards
we dragged our friends in our wagon
with the wheel that limped “chunka-chunka”
up and down that
pleasantly, smooth pavement

easy-peasy
we tottered on stilts
criss-crossing
back and forth across the road
giggling with our friends
we ran and jumped
played ball
and moved aside
when a car would glide by
our quiet street
was our place
to do
all of these things

but that changed
one sad, life-altering day
when instead of smooth
they made it rough
rocks were mixed
into the stirring
cement stuff
and without checking
with us kids first
it was poured over that
lovely, street surface
our once flat and level
blacktop was now
laid with
sharpened
rough gravel
that ripped at our feet

playtime on the street
was never again the same

Join us at dVerse Poets for Open Link Night!

]]> https://bodhirose.wordpress.com/2022/02/03/rocky-black-top-blues/feed/ 34 bodhirose Waiting on Toast https://bodhirose.wordpress.com/2022/01/27/waiting-on-toast/ https://bodhirose.wordpress.com/2022/01/27/waiting-on-toast/#comments Thu, 27 Jan 2022 20:42:27 +0000 https://bodhirose.wordpress.com/?p=10322 French press brews, double-yolk egg cooks muffin with nooks strawberry jam sausage and ham cream and sugar take their places plates, cups, forks grace the table cloth spoons to stir froth toe taps waiting for toasting bread butter to spread ready to go you pour the joe Grace is our host at dVerse today where we revisit the Minute form.

]]> https://bodhirose.wordpress.com/2022/01/27/waiting-on-toast/feed/ 41 bodhirose Instincts of the Hunt https://bodhirose.wordpress.com/2022/01/24/instincts-of-the-hunt/ https://bodhirose.wordpress.com/2022/01/24/instincts-of-the-hunt/#comments Mon, 24 Jan 2022 20:50:49 +0000 https://bodhirose.wordpress.com/?p=10313 Sita’s sitting at the back door watching a dove that landed on the patio pavers. Her whiskers begin that shivering quiver with the eagerness of feeling her jaws wrapped around that plump bird body. An ardent yowl escapes. Instincts of the hunt run deep. Merril Smith hosts our Quadrille prompt at dVerse Poets today. Give it a try; they're fun!

]]> https://bodhirose.wordpress.com/2022/01/24/instincts-of-the-hunt/feed/ 45 bodhirose Always a Hippie https://bodhirose.wordpress.com/2021/09/06/always-a-hippie/ https://bodhirose.wordpress.com/2021/09/06/always-a-hippie/#comments Mon, 06 Sep 2021 21:16:44 +0000 https://bodhirose.wordpress.com/?p=10214 Once a hippie, always a hippie

love beads long gone but not

the love. Flower child transformed

to flower-powered adult who still

on occasion will have a toke and

lose herself in a plume

of ganja smoke and the groove

of those free-spirited 60s.

Join us at dVerse Poets where De Miller invites us to get our groove on!

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