Anvil in a Lace Bootie

Steve Shilstone

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TENDER BUCKET #dada #poetry my heart a tender bucket in thrall to the moon and its petals my soul a golden sieve processing life ore in the factory

11:59 am · December 1, 2020

Steve Shilstone

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HARLEQUIN DABFERRET #limerick #nonsense Harlequin Dabferret mentored a vole to exclusively dine on clams in a bowl with limited success and a rather large mess and on Harlequin’s psyche a damaging toll

11:55 am · November 30, 2020

Steve Shilstone

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saddles in the livery stable or whatever else he fancied. Then one morning he left on his ostrich. The ostrich turned its long question mark neck from here to there and all around as it strolled out of sight.

1:12 pm · November 29, 2020

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the barroom through the open doorway, thereafter gave The Parson a wide berth and in fact scurried to cover whenever he hove into view. The Parson stayed in town for three weeks, idly examining at his leisure anything his heart desired, be it the library’s card catalogue or

1:12 pm · November 29, 2020

Steve Shilstone

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and evil in tandem. And on that first day, he entered the bar and the riffraff there first froze, then melted away in syrupy drip through the floor, leaving only a few stains of fear. The remaining populace, informed by Ike Davis, who had observed the melting while peering into

1:12 pm · November 29, 2020

Steve Shilstone

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THE PARSON #flashfiction They called him The Parson. When he rode into town on an ostrich, the town folk felt uneasy. From the top of his white beaded black Stetson to the tips of his blood red boots poking out from the long black curtain of his purple velvet coat he exuded power

1:12 pm · November 29, 2020

Steve Shilstone

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BORIS KARLOFF'S GRANDMOTHER'S SISTER #trivia aka Anna Leonowens aka the I in The King and I pic.twitter.com/PB9qZ78ajt

12:55 pm · November 28, 2020

Steve Shilstone

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COLD #art pic.twitter.com/h1a7XKVH4o

12:49 pm · November 28, 2020

Steve Shilstone

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4 of 5 stars to Chitty Chitty Bang Bang by Ian Fleming goodreads.com/review/show/36…

1:22 pm · November 27, 2020

Steve Shilstone

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encumbered them with gifts before emitting bleating cries of agony to be heard in the palace.

12:57 pm · November 27, 2020

Steve Shilstone

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or dull, felt a surge of security, knowing their pleasant valley had again been successfully defended by their champion. What they didn’t know was that the Savage Locket of Eternal Agony had gently led the intruders safely out of the valley and

12:57 pm · November 27, 2020

Steve Shilstone

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knives shuddered to hear the bleating cries of agony. When, in time, the Savage Locket of Terminal Agony returned in haughty imperialistic pride and silently reentered the Lurk without any acknowledgement whatsoever of what it regarded as the swordly rabble, the residents, sharp

12:57 pm · November 27, 2020

Steve Shilstone

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a baby giraffe accidentally wandered into the valley, the guardian switchblade squad hurried to the palace to inform the Grand Scimitar. The Grand Scimitar would then release the Savage Locket of Eternal Agony and await developments. Huddled in the palace, all the swords and

12:57 pm · November 27, 2020

Steve Shilstone

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THE LOCKET #dada In the pleasant Valley of Swords, not an implement of death was more revered than the Savage Locket of Terminal Agony. The Grand Scimitar housed the Locket in a steel mesh Lurk, a combination of dungeon and spa. Whenever danger threatened, such as when a lamb or

12:57 pm · November 27, 2020

Steve Shilstone

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2 of 5 stars to Flesh and Blood by Patricia Cornwell goodreads.com/review/show/36…

8:45 pm · November 26, 2020

Steve Shilstone

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THE ROSE OF HENRY #dada #poetry Henry’s rose bloomed in April. Henry bloomed in May. They planned to rule the world in June. In July they were taken away. pic.twitter.com/tAwAL1TEeB

1:02 pm · November 26, 2020

Steve Shilstone

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rainbows, and ever after she soared to span after the most especially highly graded storms of storms. pic.twitter.com/OASYNGBj2v

12:39 pm · November 25, 2020

Steve Shilstone

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rainbows grumbled, but nevertheless slid aside, for the sprites had spoken. The tiniest rainbow, thrilled to a maximum blush of all her colors, leaped to span, and oh, it was grand. She grew to an impressive length, and when she returned, she was the grandest of the grand

12:39 pm · November 25, 2020

Steve Shilstone

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spanning. She saw the seven sprites conferring, leaning together in a tight circle. They parted and turned, and the sprite in blue silks sang out to the rainbows. ‘It has been decided,’ she trilled. ‘You there, in the doorway, tiny rainbow, you shall span this day.’ The grand

12:39 pm · November 25, 2020

Steve Shilstone

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rain, which drenched gullies, causing rivulets to rush. Then it retired. Now, it so happened that at this moment when the storm retired, the tiniest rainbow went slinkying by the assembly grotto’s entrance. She paused, curious to see which grand rainbow would be chosen to go

12:39 pm · November 25, 2020

Steve Shilstone

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And if it did so, which bow would be selected by the chorus of siren sprites? The seven sprites stood importantly in a row, wings glistening, arms folded across chests, and gazing out at the developing storm. The storm grew impressively, lashing about with flurries of gushing

12:39 pm · November 25, 2020

Steve Shilstone

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THE TINIEST RAINBOW #fairytale One day the cloud city groaned and rumbled. The grand rainbows hurried to the assembly grotto, crowding and shoving in order to get the best view of the coming storm. Would the storm achieve enough moisture tumble with sunlight to require a rainbow?

12:39 pm · November 25, 2020

Steve Shilstone

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WHEN THE DREAM BROKE #dada #poetry when the dream broke he awoke in purple lush by yellow gush and still his car keys were nowhere to be found pic.twitter.com/hIrk2OI1TH

12:49 pm · November 24, 2020

Steve Shilstone

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THE WOLFMAN KWIZ #dada The wolfman is in the process of taking flight from: a. an enraged Deanna Durbin. b. the Lollipop Guild. c. Mrs. Wolfman. d. his arch rival, Penmanship Matters Man. e. all of the above The correct answer is, of course, e. pic.twitter.com/MUmP0nLHl4

12:00 pm · November 23, 2020

Steve Shilstone

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4 of 5 stars to The Tenant of Wildfell Hall by Anne Brontë goodreads.com/review/show/36…

8:44 pm · November 22, 2020

Steve Shilstone

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WAKE UP! pic.twitter.com/VhgBubpNTW

12:53 pm · November 22, 2020

Steve Shilstone

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@selfstyledsiren The Umbrellas of Cherbourg wins the uniquely gorgeous title.

1:22 pm · November 21, 2020

Steve Shilstone

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GEESES #wordplay 12 young geeselings incommunicado strutted about with concealed bravado these gooselings knew that on their walk they’d be unobserved by some flyby hawk those goslets all went safely home where they planned with pride their next day’s roam

12:52 pm · November 21, 2020

Steve Shilstone

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insects. Around here she’s considered to be a lucky charm of sorts.’ # She couldn’t help but notice the pair of knights regarding her with subservient awe. She nodded regally in their direction, then raised her perfect chin to a noble expression of supremacy.

12:46 pm · November 20, 2020

Steve Shilstone

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mouth of a cave in the canyon wall. ‘Oh, nothing of any concern,’ said the other, a farmer from the verdant plain spreading out from the mouth of the canyon. ‘It’s only Mad Mag, the Ragged Hag of Oin. She wanders about in rags like that, grinning and posing. She eats bats and

12:46 pm · November 20, 2020