PHOTO PROMPT © Miles Rost My being is rife with addictions and transience. The question of chicken and egg, which came first, is anyone’s guess. At this point it doesn’t matter. Employers are desperate for workers; often anyone will do. Even someone like me. I’m hired as locksmith, maintenance, and hotel security; room and board…
Women Music March 2023 — Day 1 — Debbie Harry
Here we are again, at the first of the 3rd month of the year, and it’s time for Women Music March! The format will stay pretty much the same, where each day a woman musician will be highlighted. This is not an in-depth feature, more an introduction for those who may never have heard of…
Tanka Tuesday 309 — taste twirl
when loose leaf tea blends need pizzazz splinter of cinnamon twirls in just right flavor dance; taste bud pirouettes Shadorma form Colleen Chesebro is the host of Tanka Tuesday. Colleen says: 🌶️ This week’s challenge is The Spice of Life: Choose a spice from your kitchen cabinet, and relate its flavor to an event that…
TSM 248 — Transformed
Beneath summer blanketsecrets follow. Every sacred stone wondersabout her soon after. She is as gentle berry;peace river poetover an ancient wind. I used magnetic poetry for this one, aka The Oracle and tweaked it a teensy bit. The top image has been edited with filters. Carrie is the host of The Sunday Muse.
2nd one — dVerse — MTB/Forms — A Man Called Ay Eye (Limerick)
A Man Called Ay Eye (Limerick) by Anonymous There once was a man who liked creating. He thought it was quite invigorating. It was rather law, But not very ahh, He couldn’t resist alienating. Thanks to Datamuse, whose word engine was used to complete the poem. Created on 23rd February 2023. Auto Praise for A…
dVerse — MTB — AI am a poet and artist.
The sky of the morning was painted a brilliant shade of blue, with clouds like heavenly floating islands of white, and the sun glistening through like a beacon of hope. A dove flew across the ethereal scene, its wings flapping softly and creating ripples in the tranquil air. From the distant hillside came a chorus…
#FF — Win
PHOTO PROMPT © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields Stadium mouths yawn wide to heaven. Beer, hot dogs, nachos, and pretzels flow down gullets. Globe-wide, raucous baby birds host masses that are somehow able to converge and sit, shoulder to shoulder, without trying to tear each other apart. Us against them is the ruling way, but here, in the…
Tao-Talk 