Greenest Branch (Skip It) Cache-Cache Spin. Spinning. Spins. Circle black. Cache-cache. Needle set on the track. Far Soul Law Tea Doe Doe Tea Law Soul Far Ray Doe Doe Doe Doe Skip it. Skip it. Spin. Spinning. Spins. O thou greenest branch, skip, skip, my deepest longing, cache-cache, my soul, my, my, my, my soul … Continue reading INKTOBER 2019: Day 24. Dizzy
Just embracing my heritage today... In fact, I'm declaring October 23rd International Neanderthal Heritage Day by the power vested in me by this blog and literally no where else, as a day to celebrate prominent brow ridges, hairless backs and an increased risk of Type 2 Diabetes and long-term depression. Yay. I wonder if it's … Continue reading INKTOBER 2019: Day 23. Ancient
Yes, I cheated. That breath is me breaking out the pan pastels. A Living Ghost It was a snowy winter evening when lonesome wakeful I went wandering,My feet moved of their own accord as I was thoughtless wondering,I was drawn down the road by some strange unknown attraction,and I hardly guessed where I had stepped … Continue reading INKTOBER 2019: Day 22. Ghost
The Stone Giant's Treasure For as long as he could remember, which was a very long time indeed, the stone giant had kept watch over the gold in the cave at the top of the mountain. Over the centuries, there were many who had entered the cave to test their mettle and prove they were … Continue reading INKTOBER 2019: Day 21. Treasure
Still I'll Survive You may squash me with your shoeswith their laces neatly tiedYou may grind me into the asphaltBut still, I'll survive.Does my hardiness upset you?How foolish you should presumeThat I wouldn't make my homeBeneath the rug in your living room!With every turn of the seasonThough in the cold I may hideI'll return with … Continue reading INKTOBER 2019: Day 20. Tread
Sling Unshot Do I even need to mentionhow thick the tensionis when everyone can feel it?Waiting for me to split the deck and deal it--I don't know if it's just my pridebut I can't seem to decideif I should serve the hand at allwhen I can't control how the cards will fall. It's not the … Continue reading INKTOBER 2019: Day 19. Sling
Poor Betty... Betty's Wardrobe Malfunction Once a year, in the fall, the ogres hold a costume ball. Betty didn't quite know, if she really wanted to go. In the end the choice was moot, given the fit of her human suit.