Friday Follies

February 22, 2019.Reading time less than 1 minute.

For Proscenium’s Friday Follies. Make sure you clean up after yourselves as you go today, people! Advertisements

No Less Colourful

February 22, 2019.Reading time less than 1 minute.

Even in black and white, birds are showstoppers. For Nancy Merrill’s A Photo a Week challenge: black and white.

Her Colours

February 21, 2019.Reading time less than 1 minute.

Red and white – coloursof a sister’s soul – I mournvibrancy’s passing. (Cee’s Flower of the Day.)

Purple Wisp

February 20, 2019.Reading time less than 1 minute.

Insignificancedoes not apply to nature’screations – each speckintegral to overallviability. (For Cee’s Flower of the Day)

For the Love of Nature

February 20, 2019.Reading time 1 minute.

I stand at the banks of the waterway at Kingfisher Lookout, and spot a field of blackbirds perched on golden stalks. Red-winged blackbirds abound in Texas in the winter months. At home, they symbolize the return of summer. We are at the Bentsen-Rio Grande Valley State Park – acres and acres of trails and exploration […]

Ode to Pink Wings

February 19, 2019.Reading time less than 1 minute.

What glory, what delight,to witness pink in flight – wondrous plumes stretched out wide,ponderous bills thrust forth in pride. (In celebration of the Roseate Spoonbills whose graced my lens recently. Submitted for Nancy Merrill’s A Photo A Week: pink.)

Compatibility

February 19, 2019.Reading time less than 1 minute.

Delicate pink blushsubmits to passionate red –floral agreement. (For Cee’s Flower of the Day.)

The Siren’s Spell

Not for the weak of heart, this watery confinement – with brine-coated tongues and surly dispositions, went the submarine crew to their depths, braved the absence of daylight, sold their souls to Poseidon’s entombment. Some say it was the fumes, sulphurous as Hell’s own funk that warped the minds of hardy men, robbed them of […]

Fluttering

Somewhere inside, beneath the noise of to do’s, or regrets, buried so deep, that I disbelieve it exists, and yet… there it is – pulsating in sleep, disrupting idle moments – a hum, a breeze, a niggling, as if I’ve trapped passion, like a firefly, jarred it in some inner cellar… and still, it glows […]

What’s In a Name?

What’s her name? Simple question from mother to son – recognizing the love-lifted joy of his countenance. I cannot tell, said he, you’ll ask too many questions. Do I know her? No, Mom, she’s Somali. And Muslim. I felt my whiteness and all its privilege slap me, stumbled Of course she is welcome, of course […]

One Woman's Quest II

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