An eraser mark, where the story starts — just before it falls apart
for #ds106
A place to gather words before they get lost.
An eraser mark, where the story starts — just before it falls apart
for #ds106
Soft petals of pinks with a dash of reds, between; tall Gladiolus
Tomato Sweet taste Pop in mouth Remembering past childhood thefts Cherry
for Daily Create
The new day begins like a flip from yesterday; lovely cool morning
Melon rinds rotting in the compost bin's furnace; soil for tomorrow
Wander the forest in light clothing – satellites sending signals home
There's a treasure trove of facts about inventor Adolphe Sax and theories abound, why he was enamored by sound
for #OpenWrite
Here, the morning wind sings to us a steady song; the leaves sing along
for Algot
I came across the headline in the Daily Current, a flurry of bad news about administrative abuse
The spokeswoman waved away questions, though the reporters did try — she said, it's nothing – it's both sides
as if a puddle's an ocean and we're always drowning in water
for #OpenWrite
A Sonnet For Charlie Parker
A Bird of free range flying through the night wrapped in chords of compositional scratches and tangled like roses, thorns as sharp as flight; yet within noise, the melody flashes
I am an earbud audience, in awe of the way the sound moves in near motion so that when I close my eyes — not a flaw - only quick winds and waves on the ocean
Yet he remains a complicated man, a puzzle of complexity, a wire who could channel beauty on the bandstand while nearly losing himself to the fire
Some music that's played becomes a life, lost, and listeners often forget the cost