image link Fandango’s FOWC today is property. I asked myself when in history did property become owned and how did it come about. Even today, many cultures do not believe in property ownership. Today’s offering is a cinquain form. Gaia Man’s property? From revered to enslaved Her giving spirit is distressed Chattel FOWC — property
Category: Fandango’s One Word Challenge (FOWC)
Famnimals
image link Late start tonight for Fandango’s One Word Challenge, where the word is belong. A little bit of writing, then a diamante poem. I remember reading a book by Anne Tyler, “The Accidental Tourist”, a long time ago. Later I saw the movie, which was good, starring William Hurt and Geena Davis. I don’t remember…
Chemical Table
image link Fandango’s One Word Challenge today is chemical. The first thing I thought of was a the periodic table of the chemical elements. Going to old standy wiki, I found a paragraph with several terms related to the periodic table. First putting them into a list, I waited for inspiration and it came. Today’s…
which oneo?
Fandango, your question of dependent or dependant inspired my poem today :) audio or video? pan or liddeo? fat or thineo? green or blueo? hot or coldeo? will or wonteo? laugh or cryeo? pitch or catcheo? cavatini or macaroneo? dog or cateo? cow or chickeneo? fish or clameo? salt or peppereo? flakes or wheatieseo? now…
Reluctant Guide
Health is a homeostatic condition where all of the systems and functions operate collaboratively and harmoniously with each other in the microcosm and with the environment in the macrocosm. Our bodies are like well-tuned machines that were designed long ago and have been refined over millions of years. Health is something that is often…
Orange Disease
image link Evil took an essentially inert orange slug life form and disrupted it into first a brittle, crunchy, Cheeto-like substance, from which it then morphed, after exposure to radioactive doses of dark force, into an oozing orange slime, which, when sublimated into a vapor, has now disseminated itself across the globe, inadvertantly being either…
traces
once painted shapes now fading traces on the stone path to the ocean, reminders of when our love was alive. the salt of the sea reaches to touch them distant tears that also remember For some reason, this song comes to mind: FOWC with Fandango — Trace
Tao Talk 