the British call it sorted
handled, organized, under control
I just like the way it sounds
The Numbers Game: 188
It’s that time again, time to gather up archive photos to correspond with the week’s selected number. Readers, I give you the number 188 ~
early dusk
burning brush
in a wrought iron pit
its hinged mesh cover
corrals unwieldy ash
as towering flames
reach for unseen stars
yellow & green
reams of silver, slices of magic
sunshine’s glowing warmth
ah, the benevolence of spring
and so it is with the world
dust on the banister uprights
and every level surface, cranny & nook
seek and wipe away the façade
Yup
“When a clown moves into a palace he doesn’t become a king, the palace instead becomes a circus.” — Turkish proverb
Post Script: The proverb itself likely originated with the Circassians, Sunni Muslims from the Northwestern Caucasus, and is not specifically Turkish.
Source: Huffington Post
the competition
one-hundred sixty-six poems
lyrical aspirations, earnest voices
hopes & heartstrings put to paper
my task: sift through each one,
seeking out poetic nuggets of gold
don’t blame me…
I voted for decency
contemplation
hidden pond
cattails & water lilies
serenity morning
smh
no pity for the fools
who’ve made possible
this downward spiral
A Sawyer's Daughter 
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