image link It was the twelfth of January, the day of each month that I went to visit him. There was no obligation on my part to do so and a million reasons why not. Month after month, year after year, I made the two-hour sojourn. Brewing enough coffee to fill my large traveler’s cup…
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Reena’s Exploration Challenge #110 and #MM Saturday Mix Sound Bite, The Haunted Cave
First off, Happy Diwali! I’ve seen shapes like this one in my coloring book but didn’t know it was associated with Diwali: Now I know. I can see a yin-yang quality to it with my “new eyes.” It is also the season for Halloween, which is coming up on Thursday, so please enjoy this scary…
#MM Saturday Mix — The Pink Bench
image link Ed lived in a small house in a quiet residential neighborhood. Now 84 years old, the past year had gotten him accustomed to a slightly different routine than the one of the previous 50 he was used to. A year ago this day, his beloved wife, Bell, had passed on from this world…
Montana Blue and the Mountain Boys
Montague Michaels began life on the edge of Boston Bay. As soon as he could walk, he was helping his father catch crabs at the water’s edge to sell to the fine restaurants along the harbor. When his father bought a fishing boat, young Monty would help throw out the lobster traps, then haul them…
Hungry (mature audiences only)
image link WARNING: THIS MAY BE TRIGGERING FOR THOSE WITH PTSD Father Jones had been sent by the church to the far reaches of Alaska to convert the Alaskan population to Christianity. You see, Father Jones was a weak man. He’d been bounced from parish to parish for years, as his weakness of “infatuations” with…
#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…
Saturday Mix – Sound Bite, 8 June 2019 — Night Hunters — added to dVerse 6/19/19
Adding this to dVerse‘ Open Link Night. Check out dVerse and read great poetry. This poem is written in the time where humans were hunter-gatherers. Warning: The content may be upsetting or objectionable to some readers. Night Hunters Golden disk, wolves howl — Night’s risk, hunting, humans prowl. Ten wolves chasing, humans, two, I ran…
Tao Talk 