haiku: Art All Night

 

Art All Night fills me

 

with a warmth even this Spring

 

can barely equal.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 



Magnetic Poetry

 

I will explore this universe

drink every lucious drop

of berry sweet magic

fresh sacred beauty sprouting

in my secret garden heart



haiku

 

Cherry blossom snow

 

is a sure sign of Spring and

 

there's no shoveling.

 

 

haiku (with Jay)

 

gray subway masses,

 

all alone together, just

 

trying to get home

 

 

By: Jay and Osquer - February 2, 2013

Photo by: Jay

 



55 Fiction Friday

"More brandy, Randy!" she roared in a most unprincess-like manner.

"Randal," muttered the wizard under his breath, but he said nothing more as, with a complicated twiddle of his wand, he produced a bottle of Napoleon brandy from thin air.  This was quite a trick considering Napoleon Bonaparte wouldn't be born for another seven centuries.

haiku

 

Feral daffodils

 

where a home was demolished -

 

we "rescue" the bulbs.

 

Photo by: Osquer
 

55 Fiction Friday

Employing Jonathan Livingston Seagull thinking, I strained to believe I could fit inside the keyhole, that I was standing in the keyhole.  Suddenly I was.

I couldn't believe it.

I was dreaming which meant I could control things, could even fly! 

That's how I fell thirty-three inches to my death. It was no dream.

haiku

 

Mothering my lone

 

daffodil bud, I bundle

 

it up on cold nights.

 

Photo by: Osquer

 



www.oneword.com - one word, so little time [smudge]

I tried as hard as i could not to smudge the ink as i carried the manuscript across the room to the drying shelves. I’d been a novice for only nine days and i’d screwed up something on all of them. Thank goodness God forgives.