My Art and His I sew together little pieces of fabric into things hard for me sometimes to believe. I listen to Paul Simon now older, like me. His art incredible. He god-like but familiar. Mary Beth Frezon 21 April … Continue reading →
Holy cow. Day 20. My brain is fried. I read on one guy’s site that he doesn’t like “revelatory” poetry. OK. That narrows it down then, eh? LOL made me laugh. Today’s prompt was useful because there was really nothing … Continue reading →
The prompt at Not Without Poetry was to write about an ah ha moment – those times when the lightbulb goes off over your head. Thought I’d share here something written earlier while I ponder that. Morning Commute The coffee … Continue reading →
Well I don’t have much today. Not for lack of trying and thinking! I tried to get started on the hand sewing tonight and only got a little done, but that’s ok. Well, at least it’s ok for tonight. How … Continue reading →
Feel free to steal and use this At first I thought he was walking his dog. Then I realized, it was his date.
A fine quotation is a diamond on the finger of a man of wit, and a pebble in the hand of a fool.
