My choice of color is dictated by tact and decorum stretched by an unholy desire to be outrageous.–Wolf Kahn From seed to death through seasons growWith side to side through all they swayFrom searing heat to bitter coldFrom seed to death through seasons growIn naked shrink to rainbow showFrom greening up in sun-charged playFrom seed…
#FF — A Happy Meal
PHOTO PROMPT © Dale Rogerson She layered their shirts and pants before putting their threadbare thrift store coats on them. The oversized boots they’d had to choose because that’s all that was left were an advantage in winter. More room for layers of socks. Their hats, scarves, and mittens, donated by the ladies of the…
dVerse — Poetics 429 — Maggie Jayne
Maggie Jayne Maggie Jayne is the littlest Schwandtin the Lakeview Schwandt pond. Maggie Jayne, girl, the boys won’t dareto be pummeled by thirty fists.Loved by an army,she’s the last twinkle in her daddy’s eye. Will she be free-wheelin’ on an ATVor baking apple pies in an apron?Wearing camo or curls?Curtsying or climbing trees? On November…
2020 ALBUM DRAFT- ROUND 13 PICK 4- FILM- MSJADELI SELECTS- THE CONCERT FOR BANGLADESH — slicethelife
2020 Album Draft- Round 13 Pick 4- Film- MSJADELI- selects- The Concert For Bangladesh. I remember way back when, when this concert caused such a stir. I remember seeing the photo of the starving child and being shocked into awareness that there were places in the world where babies were starving to death in the […]…
Movies, Movies, Movies! #58 – November 10, 2020
Welcome to another installment of Movies, Movies, Movies! It doesn’t happen real often, but occasionally I invest a little time in a movie or series and reach a point where I can’t – or won’t – go on. I will include them, not to put them down, per se’, but more as a warning or…
dVerse — Prosery 18 — Tanked
[T]here is nothing behind the wallexcept a space where the wind whistles…–from “Drawings By Children” by Lisel Mueller I’m floating in aquamarine dialed to an optimal degree. My breasts point to the sky. Bubbles tickle my back. I flap my arms like humpback flippers and hum low, sending a message to my lover. Please…
Happiness… — amusicalifeonplanetearth
Will has written a wonderful post about Joe. Which Joe, you ask? Read to find out. Oh, and listen to a wonderful song while you’re at it. is a thing called Joe! This song was composed by Harold Arlen with lyrics by one of his top-three collaborators, Yip Harburg. They wrote it for the great…
