laughter and straw hats navigate festival crowds fun weather friends whiskey and ears navigate breakup tears all-weather friends coffee and muffins friends laugh while infants play at their mothers’ feet anything happens feel first, then think of sharing with my best friend a real friend’s advice more precious than gold no pyrite suspected quiet cafe…
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The House of Chronos
photo by Chad Michael Ward Mlady Crumpet Chronos has been the reigning kingpin of her flower region for fifty years. Roses, peony, iris, gladiolus, geranium, tulips, and daffodils are her realm. When aficionados want the best, they come to the House of Chronos. Starting her career in the fields as a laborer, she learned the…
Twittering Tales #144 – 9 July 2019 — Intervention
Photo by Lisa Fotios @ Pexels.com It was Gin’s turn to make dinner for the club. The entree was almost done as they chatted in the kitchen. It was more than chatter. The other six had planned the intervention for Gin, who drank too much, for weeks. She listened and smiled, thinking of the rum…
Dragon Dance
image link cosmic miscreant, rude carapace embered essence, sandalwood face propelled missile, mystic cannon heaven’s myst there came a dragon. amber magnets fused libido writhing tendons stretched to and fro drunk from Amphictyonis’ flagon lust’s contorted dancing dragons threading clouds with golden linings no firewall could quench their pinings immolation poofed they blackened to ash…
#MM — Sunday Writing Prompt — Barking up the wrong tree (long)
“Field of Wild Flowers” Edwina was a city born and raised woman who had dreamed of a bucolic lifestyle ever since she read, “Charlotte’s Web” as a child. Whenever she was feeling stressed she would imagine herself on a small farm, raising a flock of chickens, milking dairy goats, making her own cheese, cultivating a…
#MM Saturday Mix – Sound Bite, 6 July 2019 — silly onomatopoeic poetry
pluck pluck pluck go my heart strings honk honk honk your love for me heart wants flip flip flip and sing fingers writhe and match its beat pluck a pretty peach pluck it off the vine honk a funny ditty, tell me that you’re mine flip a shiny coin, glimmer end to end writhe in…
Friday Doodads — The yard
It’s been in the 80’s all week, which means too hot to do much outside for most of the day. I just went and got the mail out of the box, deadheaded the hanging basket of petunias and verbenas the kids got me for my birthday — yes, I just had a birthday, yay —…
Tao-Talk 