I've been making Halloween decorations and writing the Sunday Whirl. Round here we don't really use happy orange streamers and twinkly lights. Round here we use taxidermy animals and life-like reproductions of the creepiest things we can think of. (Creepy, not gory) So
Those Sunday Whirl words are becoming a really big part of my life. I got the words on Saturday and it’s taken me to Thursday evening to write a poem! (Oh Brenda, you do put up with me!) These hectic days,
Yup too much naval gazing lately. That’s what happens in the studio, door shut, silence, just the whisper of my paintbrush on the canvas. I thought this Wordpress weekly photo challenge was a bit right on the spot for right now.
Brenda, at the Sunday Whirl sent along this week's words. While I know they can be tumbled in any way, my mind is black and all I can write is black. You see my dear friends, there’s been too much lately. Too
Well, I may be the last person to submit a Sunday Whirl this week. :) Walt wrote the words this week with the directions to pick one word and make it the title and theme and use the other twelve words in
I’ve fought and fought with this challenge. What I wanted to do is express my everyday life with images and then I realised that, being a true Bohemian, well everyday life just has to fall into place as it can.
I've missed a couple of weeks of whirls for one reason or another. You know what I'm like
Terence S. Jones issued "Urban" as the Wordpress challenge. Raw, unphotoshopped images of city/town life. I love his idea of City Explo[it/r]ation. Here is a snap, a click, a shutter release; an unfiltered moment when a little girl showed her balloon flower to
The River Journal has issued a summer poetry contest to a photo prompt. Here is the Facebook page. The photo is this brilliant photo: Here is what I came up with: Uncertainty Across the miles my thoughts fly to you A swarm of golden
Another brilliant group of words in this week's Sunday Whirl. How can a girl resist? Thank you Brenda! Port anchor wake pitch marrow link stern rail sink navigate deck store The pitch of the sky A fish-scale gray, Gull’s wings gray, Swimming or flying anchors the ship Holds