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Month: January 2022
There’s no such thing as ghosts.
image link I’m looking through old pictures for a project/submission I’m working on and came across the following. The artwork was created in a couple of poured acrylic classes that I went to with friends once and with family another time. The classes were held in the basement-turned-art gallery of one of the oldest still…
dVerse — MTB — kaleidoscope of silliness
image link jam balazza shrimpies go nancing in wampsies of the ketcher as gween-now-tan niblets jump from feels to steamy weds need nawtbut sowse bred jumbos dreep deep bled destemmed sleep splayed prey for air christal reign wile pooderfluff with risers puff in big iron muff need nawtbut kreeem squired geomets swimming currents dive somersaults…
Shay’s Word Garden Word List #8 (Russell Edson) & dVerse OLN
Hey Diddle Diddle Your smooth thumb circles the electric pink scar, a constellation, one star from silver spoons ago, when the cow grew tusks. We’d nibbled gingerbread, discussing vicarious ghosts of dishes; broken imitations. It made me burst in dizzy. I envisioned your autopsy. The hatchet grazed you. The look in your eyes now is…
The Second British Invasion Music Series — The Brit Box, Disc 1, Track 15, “Loaded (Single Version,)” by Primal Scream (with bonus video at the end)
Primal Scream photo by Mick Hutson/Redferns From wikipedia: Primal Scream are a Scottish rock band originally formed in 1982 in Glasgow by Bobby Gillespie (vocals) and Jim Beattie. At first, they recorded “elemental noise tapes”, in which Gillespie would bang two dustbin lids together and Beattie played fuzz-guitar. They soon moved on to The Velvet…
#FF — Turn
PHOTO PROMPT © Bradley Harris “It’s the same each time. I’m standing at the top of a green hill, scanning sky and water. I sense the endless emptiness in it, but I have to run towards it or I will be dead from whatever is crashing through the underbrush behind me. I plunge down the…
dVerse — Poetics — Follow the Crumbs
My empty gut in echoed hunger rests in burgers dripping with grease; recall the pangs of when much younger. The crumbs always lead me back home with dry white toast and margarine, big orange blocks of surplus cheese, macaroni, and mushy green beans. The crumbs always lead me back home. German Chocolate cake from a…
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