https://patriciasplace.me/2019/07/31/in-other-words-carousel/ It was fun at first, looking like I could prance. Then some kid dropped his ice cream on my neck and I got stuck with one leg in the air. The damn carousel kept going around and around, And I got dizzy. Then I lost my smile and threw up.
This is my take on the Monday Window challenge. See more at https://mondaywindow.wordpress.com/2019/07/29/monday-window-july-29-2019/
Since this is a photo challenge and I wrote something about Blooms I selected pictures that have nothing to do with my verbiage. But I think they fit the prompt. See what you think, and check out other entries in this week’s Photo Challenge at http://weeklyprompts.com/2019/07/27/photo-challenge-bloom ‘Bloom where you are planted’ is a saying I’ve… Continue reading Weekly Prompts Photo Challenge–Bloom
My contribution to Norm’s Thursday Door Challenge is a picture of a gate I noticed on a daily walk. I thought it was an interesting fence from a distance, but when I got closer I decided it was more than interesting. Here’s both shots I took of this fancy, but also understated, gate. See more… Continue reading Norm’s Thursday Door Challenge
This week’s prompt is a photo of something unexpected. Here are my contributions to Nancy Merrill’s Photo A Week Challenge. https://nadiamerrillphotography.wordpress.com/2019/07/25/a-photo-a-week-challenge-unexpected/ A stairway to where? That is the question. I noticed this small bloom on a beat up, battered, and old cactus. It was unexpected to see new life on what appeared to be a dying plant.
He must have understood my phone conversation, or maybe he reads lips: tomorrow was the day he would lose his meaningful manhood. In midafternoon he escaped, darting out the door as workers streamed in and out of my house, fixing this, finishing that, and leaving the door open for a desperate dog to have one… Continue reading His Last Fling
This is my contribution to Kammies Oddball Challenge for this week. Recently I passed a church at the end of a funeral as the coffin was being carried out. To my surprise the hearse was a horse trailer pulled by a pickup. I’ve known of lots of things hauled in such a conveyance but not… Continue reading A Hearse is a Hearse is a ….
https://patriciasplace.me/2019/07/17/in-other-words-the-beach/ For God’s sake, won’t someone pick me up. I’ll whisper in their ear, murmuring impossible promises: love, abundance, peace. If only they will carry me far from those damn punishing waves. If not, I’ll bite their ear off!
that little voice 