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 -

Crocheting remnants,

a journal of past projects

weaving memories.

Photo by: Jay
Crocheted panel by: Osquer

Wednesday, May 15, 2013


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

Wednesday, May 01, 2013


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

Photos by: Osquer