It’s 6 degrees F out there and the F isn’t for Farenheit. Windchill of -11, which I can testify to as my lips screamed when I went out to feed the birds. It’s 42F in the atrium, where the PC is. I’ve been out here for about an hour, but enough is enough. Going back…
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The Oracle Speaks — coffee kisses
coffee kisses coffee kisses,warm slow ocean,fire cloud, smokemy belly,make magic looknaked; bring desire’slaugh to color poet magnetic poetry kit
#FF — Au Naturale
PHOTO PROMPT © Robbie Cheadle Au Naturale With so many head shops sprouting up around town, it was inevitable that one of Rose’s friends would bring edibles to their Friday night group Scrabble game. The words used that week weren’t found in the regulation dictionary. Next morning, Jill called, opening the conversation with, “The sixth,…
dVerse — Q215 — Return
Return How you lift in arctic winds, feathers reached, flit from limb, then furl in compact chassis. A-rested cling, bob and peck silky blacks; bill-mashed oil fires your engines. Bright chirps sound against bleached, drab winter canvas, promises from forebears, carrying on, returning through seasons. My mom always believed that cardinals sighted were those who…
Fitness and Fun — Snowshoeing adventure
On Friday I was invited to a pop-up snowshoeing adventure by Cari, my fitness guru on Saturday morning. She had the snowshoes and I had the x-country ski poles that work well with them. I wore 2 layers of pants, 3 layers of shirts/hoodies, a thick hat, sturdy hiking shoes, heavy wool socks, 2 pairs…
FFF 56 (was dVerse — Q189 — Rouse Simmons) repost, update, synchronicity
November 23 in 1912, she, a schoonerbearing 5500 Christmas trees, was boundwest, across Lake Michigan for Chicago.Blizzard said no but lumber skipper said go.She foundered at Two Rivers; all sailors lost. November nights, when moon is bright, her ghost yet sails. [44 words] top image link Learn more about Rouse Simmons here. De Jackson (aka…
