Beyond The Veil: Collaborature
An Exquisite Corpse poem...
The Grinch: "'Maybe Christmas,' he thought, 'doesn't come from a store. Maybe Christmas... perhaps... means a little bit more!'"
It’s the season to be merry, remembering our childhood. And here I share one warm memory that lives in me still. Merry everything to all. Xoxo
This fiction novel that reads like non-fiction is a gift of awareness for when you have no words or insight into how it is for our children. Oh, the injustice, the pain. Sefton hit so many high notes, gently—the novel is emotionally charged. I highly recommend.
… because we all need to feed the holy
It’s not a dream. But if you insist, please don’t wake me up. Kissed. Thank you, Hotel by Masticadores.
“Food is everything we are. It’s an extension of nationalist feelings, ethnic feelings, your personal history, your province, your region, your tribe, your grandma. It’s inseparable from those from the get-go.” – Anthony Bourdain Waste not…
unhidden, the moon bares the sun's oath like a torchin plain sight tonight ©️ Selma Happy first day of December. The moon shines resplendent and the skies are clear. Visible too…
A melange of deep emotions might come knocking, especially at the end of the year when everyone else, but oneself, is exuberant and jolly. A prayer would come in handy just about now, methinks. Be well, everyone.
WDYS #315 Image for Tanka Tuesday’s Prompt No.39 — Is it loneliness, or is it solitude?
Had I known about the pivot I would’ve never blinked. I swear, it’s the one-time blink that did me in. Here’s a friendly advice for new parents. Because babies don’t keep; because they grow in the blink of an eye.