Shiny Things
I am over on Vision and Verb today, spouting my warped version of poetry. And as an added bonus here, I thought I’d share the music video I ran across at Terri Windling’s blog the Drawing Board. Very cool artistic work on the video…
I am over on Vision and Verb today, spouting my warped version of poetry. And as an added bonus here, I thought I’d share the music video I ran across at Terri Windling’s blog the Drawing Board. Very cool artistic work on the video…
(My beautiful sister and I) I Gotta Be Me I put one foot out As if to step forward Holding out One treasured Piece of self In cupped hands I pray for Sweet welcome Another feather In my boa The other foot Lifts Stands in transition One more Gift pulled From my basket Another day …
“That’s life, that’s what all the people say. You’re riding high in April, Shot down in May But I know I’m gonna change that tune, When I’m back on top, back on top in June.” While taking Java for a walk, I saw an elderly woman standing at her trailer with her horse. I was…
I went to a comedy and music show put on by MPR almost two weeks ago, but other happenings were more immediate so I’m just getting around to looking at the photos I took there now. Sandra Bernhard and Rosanne Cash were the main guests of the show. Sandra was true to form and full…
They say it’s your birthday. [da dun, da dun] We’re gonna have a good time. [da dun, da dun] Fifty-seven years old is kind of a boring birthday – no kind of milestone attached to it. It’s not even a catchy number like fifty-five. I have no big plans. Nothing up my sleeve. No inspiring…
I jot notes everywhere – on scraps of paper, on the notepad on my iPhone and iPad, and in numerous other applications and software. Words are strewn everywhere and nowhere. Thoughts unfold quickly, then recoil into a ball like a pillbug that’s been touched. Is it fear that interrupts my train of thought? Fear that…
As I recovered at a snail-pace from a cold last week, I did a lot of reading. There wasn’t much else I could do. Internally though, I felt like a hive of bees. When the end of my life does come, I should have a gravestone that includes a To Do list: Ask for wings …
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‘Popped over to Vision and Verb sweetie, another great job!!!
Love the way ya spout off!
God bless and have a shiny kinda day!!! :o)