I made another batch of horchata today and decided to take a pic with my glam mug. I have nabbed a zillion recipes from Irene at My Slice of Mexico and would like to thank her yet again for how many good things I’ve made over the years from them. Today I want to talk…
Month: July 2023
Music that strikes a chord — “Starting to Get to You,” by Jensen McCrae
Jensen McCrae I wrote about Jensen McCrae back in March for Women Music March. You can read more about Jensen in that post, which is found here. Not sure how this particular tune got on my spotify favorites playlist, but every time it comes around I think this song really pulls me in. I…
The Unicorn Challenge — Trained Unicorn
© Ayr/Gray The promise of spectacle is what draws them. The posters, facebook marketing banners, and online local newspaper ads say it is a trained unicorn. The price per ticket is outrageously expensive, but who can resist? When Youtube provides every form of titillation to be voyeuristically ingested through eyes held captive in the dull…
ripening (varselle form)
To think these peppers were but seeds just weeks ago; five small promises, their green ripening proves dreams come true — heaven’s cultivation! Jude has tempted me to write a varselle after reading his.
#FF — Shapes in the Clouds (RIP Sinead O’Connor)
PHOTO PROMPT © Jennifer Pendergast Back then Horatio was a boy who preferred watching shapes shift in the clouds to math equations and book reports. His mother, a chemist, and his father, a civil engineer, left parent-teacher conferences tight-lipped and disappointed. “It’s time you faced the real world, son,” his father said as he left…
dVerse Poetics Ekphrastic — I am home.
María Berrío, Closed Geometry, 2022, paper collage and watercolor on linen Ears ringing, cheeks aflame ugly laughter echoes behind as I race thorough sedge to my kin. They are my family. They welcome me. With them I feel whole, my body small, airy in pink satin ruffles. They listen. They speak without words. With them I am…
Tanka Tuesday 330 — here there when
here is where river meets pond and pasture, forever resting there in my memory; a peaceable kingdom where I journey back to childhood summers when we fished from the dinghy using lines without worms; when swans swam closer. we trailed the cows home at dusk and slept well. Adjusted Nonet form. top image: Wivenhoe Park,…
Tao Talk 