In the Neighbourhood

March 13, 2019.Reading time less than 1 minute.

In every direction, waterand birds flying by Behind, a canal flowingtoward the Aransas Bay For now, we are nomadsseeking varied horizons. (Lens-Artists challenge is “around the neighbourhood“.)

Bursting With Colour

March 12, 2019.Reading time less than 1 minute.

Along the Rio Valley in Texas the birds burst with bright colours. For Nancy Merrill’s A Photo a Week Challenge: Colorful

Thistle in Bloom

March 11, 2019.Reading time less than 1 minute.

For Cee’s Flower of the Day.

V.J.’s Weekly Challenge #39: Unanswerable

March 11, 2019.Reading time 2 minutes.

“I always start with questions that I can’t answer. Otherwise you get bored halfway through if you already know the answers. If you’re asking what seem to be unanswerable questions, then you have to keep showing up.” – Barbara KingsolverFrom A Talk in the Woods, by Kevin LarimerFeatured in Poets & Writers, November/ December 2018 […]

What Is In a Name?

March 10, 2019.Reading time 2 minutes.

A touch of history, a personal insight, a vision – all of these form the basis for how we have chosen to name our blogs. Reading the back stories has made this one of my favourite challenges. Each of us has put thought and care into finding names, an act that speaks of our dedication […]

Paradise Pond

March 9, 2019.Reading time 4 minutes.

In Port Aransas, just off one of the main roads, is a driveway that cuts through a Mexican restaurant. Behind the restaurant are high fences and a boardwalk leading into a secluded area. This is Paradise Pond. On our first visit, we met locals who described the importance of the area environmentally, and alerted us […]

Friday Follies

March 8, 2019.Reading time less than 1 minute.

For Proscenium’s Friday Follies.

Imagining Genius

Imagine befriending genius – accepting social awkwardness embracing habitual quirks as incubation for enlightenment. If I could strip down, release preconceived notions, agendas, lie naked, exposed, in shallow waters, intimately entwined, unencumbered by sexuality or gender protocols, I would shake this sensual impotency – become one with creativity. As my father, wounded, I am inhibited […]

Revelation

No sound, no movement the bullfrog obliges lens – I am conqueror, superior – then espy miniscule me in his eye. (A tanka for Ronovan Writes Weekly Haiku Challenge: sound/ motion. Image from personal collection. I am pondering the unanswerable this week, and I think this poem fits – conjures questions about where we all […]

Sky-Suited

Do fiddle together, they say, as if man lust were in want when his smooth, cool music fingers my girly drives are I ugly – not gorgeous? Some waxy, like rust, saying one of thousand not sad, but like rain are sky-suited. (Fridays are Magnetic Poetry day. Play online. Image from personal collection.)