Keep Your Eye on the Ball
Because These Days Are Golden. And Four-year-old Doesn’t Last That Long. _________Shadow Shot Sunday
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Archive for January, 2015
“It’s a Good Thing I’m Wearing Earmuffs,” Said the Sun
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 […]
13 Thursday Snapshots
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 […]
Rendevous
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
Light Therapy
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 […]
Ice Aliens
Shadow Shot Sunday / Macro Monday / Our World Tuesday
The Man Who Didn’t Know His Head Was Too Big
He forgot he ate someone. His head was so big he crashed a plane. ______Story and artwork by Bryce
13: What’s Hot?
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 […]
Say Cheese!
Wordless Wednesday /See the Harvest Moon Cow on the 4th of July HERE.
For What It’s Worth
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
Practicing My Religion
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 […]
You Are Here
Shadow Shot Sunday More Fort Revere Graffiti shots HERE.
