Friday, May 31, 2013

55 Fiction Friday

That morning there was a little thin broth with a few bits of stringy meat, and I knew one of the prison dairy cows that provided our usual, megre daily cup of sustenance had stopped giving milk.

I mourned her and thanked her departed spirit for her milk.  Then I ate her just the same.


Tuesday, May 28, 2013

haiku - http://knitthebridge.wordpress.com/


Crocheting remnants,

a journal of past projects

weaving memories.

Photo by: Jay
Crocheted panel by: Osquer


Wednesday, May 15, 2013

haiku

 
Seeds helicopter
 
down from the maple trees, toys
 
for the playful wind.
 
Photo by: Osquer



Wednesday, May 01, 2013

haiku

 
Sunlight sparkles in
 
May Day blossoms, fluttering
 
their hello to Spring.
 

 
Photos by: Osquer