Marcy was raised in a home where alcohol consumption was standard practice for the adults at every family gathering. The men seemed to have a preference for whiskey and beer, and the women enjoyed their vodka, tequila, and wine. The adults seemed to have a lot of fun while consuming their alcoholic beverages, laughing and…
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Our Cartoon President — Hobo Moon Cartoons
Stephen Colbert & Chris Licht (2020) Executive produced by multiple Emmy winner Stephen Colbert and his Late Show executive producer, Chris Licht. Starring two-dimensional avatars of Donald Trump and his merry band of insiders and family members, this cutting-edge comedy presents the truish adventures of Trump, his confidants and bon vivants. It’s a workplace comedy…
Courage and disappointment
I received the form rejection email for the story I submitted to Write Michigan today. It was folly to think that the first story I ever sent in anywhere had a snowball’s chance in hell, but it was still disappointing. What took courage for me was to go to the website and look at the…
#MM Music Challenge — She belongs to the night
“The sun goes down the night rolls in You can feel it starting all over again The moon comes up and the music calls” –from Glenn Frey’s, “You Belong to the City” She tries not to think about how long ago it was. That night when everything changed. If only she hadn’t fallen asleep on…
Visualizing The Beatles – Part 1
I read about “Visualizing The Beatles: A Complete Graphic History of the World’s Favorite Band” on another blog (sorry, can’t remember which one) and was blessed because the local district library had it. I’m about 50 pages in and have to say that I love the visual format of the book. For visually-oriented individuals like…
Moonless New Year’s Eve
Luna nestled deep in cold fluffy forgetfulness, dreaming new dreams. Dull snow crystals; tears freeze on my searching upturned face. image link here
Winter’s Dark Blanket Awaits ~ collaboration poem
Originally posted on rivrvlogr:
Winter’s Dark Blanket Awaits On a fir tree dressed in snow with a green-white brocade, pine cones cast shadows in moonlight. As the old year is put to sleep, dreaming forevermore in silent night beauty, its light germinates a New Year. To create this poem, I’ve woven together my haiku response…
Tao-Talk 