When I got home tonight, there was still the August Postcard Poetry Fest poem to get done. Earlier today I’d responded to a post on Facebook and thought and then forgot about the line which I thought, at the time, … Continue reading →
After a long week at work, I have some vacation. Mom and I are doing the locals-being-tourists-where-we-live thing. It started on Saturday with me taking advantage of mom’s central air to get the facing sewn down on my quilt. What … Continue reading →
I’ve been listening to Walden in the car. It’s pretty good for commutes. It’s not, it turns out, great for quilting to. Last night I ended up finishing a good chunk of quilting to Paul Simon. I had the epiphany … Continue reading →
This, creatively borrowed from Sandy’s website.
There is neither the opening nor the end Without what is spread in the craze, I obey the faith of own. The human being spends it in the bone until I die after being born. I put up a “Noroshi” … Continue reading →
You’ve got to watch your mind all the time or you’ll awaken and find a strange picture on your press.
