Nothing is glued down. I keep rearranging collage pieces to go with the prompt: Stable.
I’d say that this is an unstable stable.
Salty like hot dogs (and tears). Sweet like marmalade (and life).
Nothing is glued down. I keep rearranging collage pieces to go with the prompt: Stable.
I’d say that this is an unstable stable.
R. M. Ducks?
Yes M. R. Ducks.
(whole poem: here)
The murmur of their disgruntled grumbling precedes their flight.
quackwackrackrackrackarackrackwackarackwackwackrack
M. R. Ducksandgeese
I found this photograph of my great-great-grandparents.
Is it great, or what?!
It makes me laugh and also want to suck a lemon.
What do laundry, whack-a-mole, and posting-every-day have in common?
They never end. There’s always clothes to wash, moles to whack, posts to write.
If you hear a voice within you say, ‘You cannot paint,’ then by all means paint and that voice will be silenced.
VanGogh
Do you notice anything about the middle window on the bottom?
That’s where the door used to be.
Buildings can bear scars, too.
When is it right to be vulnerable?
When is it right to guard yourself?
Is there an answer to this?
Such a quandary!
Bluey and Bingo
Learn their lingo
Keepy Uppy’s
A game for puppies
Chattermax owl:
A creepy fowl
Currency: Dollar-bucks
Exchange rate really sucks
“I think I need an antibiotic”
Cursory examination. Listened to my breathing. Looked up my nose.
“Where do you want the prescription sent?”
The challenge: Do a line drawing of yourself.
I stare at the pencil-portrait from when I was seven.
I try to copy it.
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