My father was an unrepentant ptarmigan, my mother a card-carrying bat. Raised in a snowbound cave, I naturally craved justice, and found none. Therefore, it, and when I say it I mean the local death pig, behooved me. Behooved, I made my way into the world of crime via baking. I discovered soon enough that […]
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THE SHADOW OF THE TIN MAN #noir pic.twitter.com/mcDDsW6qDj
FREE THERAPY #gaia pic.twitter.com/ortqtmOyCo
3 of 5 stars to The Wright Brothers by David McCullough goodreads.com/review/show/42…
PHASES #art expand for clarity pic.twitter.com/sJi0IGGd00
HELLO, AUTUMN #AutumnEquinox pic.twitter.com/TpiInBfKAy
RAVENS #poem I remember Samantha fair, the girl with ravens in her hair. How they got there? Who can tell? Not James K. Polk or A. Graham Bell. I remember Samantha fair, the girl with ravens in her hair. And when they carried her off in flight, I was the one who stole her kite.
Queen Anne Marie hosted the villagers and proclaimed universal happiness for all save one, the cruel king.
jade. The pool rippled a sigh. Down the mountain through impenetrable forests, the cook descended to the dungeon and shoved a platter of rind scrapings through the bars at the cruel king. In the Great Hall above,
breakfast of meat slabs and cheese between two torn hunks of bread. The drudge had no name, but secretly called herself Anne Marie. The green imp nodded, thinking. Yes, it shall be so. Anne Marie shall rule. The imp reached a green hand out over the pool of broken blue green
Otherwise, he posed motionless. Down the mountain through impenetrable forests, dawn found the castle and all but one of its inhabitants sleeping soundly. In the kitchen, a drudge sang to herself while hurrying to ready all items needed for the cook to supply the cruel king his
THE GREEN IMP'S TREASURE #fairytaletuesday The green imp, hidden in a cave behind a waterfall plunging over the highest cliff on Jagged Mountain, sat gazing at his treasure, a magic pool of broken blue green jade. The imp’s bushy eyebrows, snow white, quivered with pleasure. pic.twitter.com/WTBzjhBEBo
EUCALYPTUS #tree #art pic.twitter.com/SfztHfal7u
LAKE TAHOE NOSTALGIA - NEVADA BEACH #photography pic.twitter.com/rjjPiVpP4t
4 of 5 stars to A World Away by Maeve Gilmore goodreads.com/review/show/42…
ORANGE FRIDAY #floralphotography pic.twitter.com/UrsvbiPakO
LIMA BEAN LOST ON THE NIGHT OF MANY MOONS #art #dada pic.twitter.com/fdopzTHyzc
shoelaces and drowned in a pool of her own drool. Tess, eyesight and earhear weak with age, continued her balcony shouting visits for as long as she was alive, which was oddly long, I have to say.
topmost balconies of their respective castle towers and hurl insults at each other for an hour, Bess, her hair in a tangle and her frock in disarray, Tess, neatly coiffed, gowned and shod. They lived thusly until one day when they were elderly crones, Bess tripped over her loose
Their shared traits were such that both of them were left entirely to their own devices. And pretty fine devices they were. Each had a castle, a candy machine, flying ponies, and enough jewels and gowns to bury a hippopotamus. Every day at noon Tess and Bess would hurry to the
THE 2 RUDE PRINCESSES #fairytaletuesday In a peaceful kingdom lived a pair of rude princesses. Their similarities were so striking that there was only one way to tell them apart. Both were rude and nasty. However, Bess was rude, nasty and unkempt. Tess was rude, nasty and kempt.
4 of 5 stars to Black Sun by Geoffrey Wolff goodreads.com/review/show/42…
DIMINISHING RETURNS #trees pic.twitter.com/KMWaXO6PuF
SWEATING IT OUT #trees pic.twitter.com/F3jFvFC2SV
SEPTEMBER SONG #trees pic.twitter.com/5eGqV04rus
4 of 5 stars to Pale Fire by Vladimir Nabokov goodreads.com/review/show/42…
ABANDONED HIVE #art pic.twitter.com/LLVnY6rFS8
SOUTH LAKE TAHOE WINS TEMPORARY REPRIEVE #fire pic.twitter.com/WxyYRuFWZs
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