Keep Your Eye on the Ball
Because These Days Are Golden. And Four-year-old Doesn’t Last That Long. _________Shadow Shot Sunday
Because These Days Are Golden. And Four-year-old Doesn’t Last That Long. _________Shadow Shot Sunday
Yesterday I learned more about reading music from my 6 year-old grandson than I have in my entire life up to now. He showed us the beats that the symbols represent, when to rest and when to repeat, by clapping his hands and stomping his feet. Then he drew a face out of music notes […]
1. My four-year-old grandson Liam, coming home from a walk with me: “Can I take off my shoes cause I’m having a dream.” Me: “A daydream?” Liam: “No, a Mine Craft dream.” 2. I’m still shocked that savvy has two v’s in it and that rendezvous has a z. 3. “Non-violence means avoiding not only […]
A wide grin of moon lifted my mood It gave me a smile that I passed on to you ______Colleen Redman / Imaginary Garden with Real Toads
In my world, the only thing better than going out dancing for a case of the winter doldrums is to do it with a light show. Throw in a hula hoop and a really good on tap beer and you have a full scale therapy. I first heard The Fat Catz at the Gingerbread Ball […]
Shadow Shot Sunday / Macro Monday / Our World Tuesday
He forgot he ate someone. His head was so big he crashed a plane. ______Story and artwork by Bryce
1. I think it’s interesting that the word bankrupt has bank right in it, and rupt, which makes me think of a rupture, as in “break the bank.” 2. I was close: The word bankruptcy is derived from Italian banca rotta, meaning “broken bench,” which may stem from a custom of breaking a money changer’s […]
Wordless Wednesday /See the Harvest Moon Cow on the 4th of July HERE.
I shook out a poem at breakfast like loose change from a pocket From leftover lines and settled crumbs I gambled a metaphor and let the meter run I coined a new phrase but spent it at lunch Until morning’s excess was afternoon’s rut By supper I was bankrupt ______Colleen Redman_____Imaginary Gardens with Real Toads
Like genuflecting before an altar, I kneel in the hot bath water, adjusting to the temperature and thinking how perfect it is. I pull the shower curtain over, like a priest opens and closes the confessional window, and the ritual begins. But there are no words of prayer to recite or actions to take. There […]
Shadow Shot Sunday More Fort Revere Graffiti shots HERE.