They were lucky to be neighbors, but happier to be best friends.
painting by CD-W
daily word prompt: neighbors.
Companionship
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Category Archives: Dear Readers
When Craving Attacks
What do you do if you love fabric but can’t sew, want to paint but don’t feel like bringing out the oils and a large canvas?
I created this piece, “Books on the Beach,” for my granddaughter. I made these tiny books 3-D so she could actually look inside. The fabric in the clothes basket is real. Best part? I got both paint and glue on my hands! Yah!
Here’s a better view of the 3-D books:
Time to make one for my 2-year-old grandson!
Recipe for Letting Go
In a cast iron skillet, add:
their negative comments
crass looks
middle fingers
curse words
belittlement
bullying
judgements
betrayal
lies
venom
Do NOT let the ingredients boil over, cause a fire, or ruin the pan (you might need it later)
Let simmer for 5 minutes to a near lifetime
until the mixture boils down to nothing but serenity (ignore the initial stench)
Hint: The less it stews, the more time you have for adding fresher vegetables
photo credit
Nothing to Fear
Don’t be afraid
open the window
let in the air
Take a peek inside, see
hearts and ire
candles and daggers
roses and soot
monuments and ruins
a fortress and a tennament
a marauder and a Nobel
thunderstorms and clear skies
an anchor and a lifeboat
You are all of these
Open your window
let in the air
see you faults and graces,
your discord and harmony
Learn
Feel
Accept
And when you do
There is nothing to fear
on Armistice Day.
painting by CD-W
Weekly Photo Prompt: Peek
As Canvas Dries
While canvas dries
the colors rise
revealing its own history
before my eyes
I realize
how life is quite a mystery
painting by CD-W
daily word prompt: Mystery
When the Party’s Over
When the party’s over
where to go from here?
curl into a den of woe
and wait to disappear?
Breaths of life sustains me
when others fill my room
without their presence, the lonely heart
retreats within the womb
Why must I be so absent
in the carriage of myself
that I sit so idly dormant
on a dusty solo shelf
Do only I allow to see
myself through other’s eyes?
Surely there’s another way
than gowns that glamorize.
What to Know Before Pitching Your Book
Grateful for the publication of my article on A Writer’s Path
Don’t Masquerade Your Parade
If you think I’m ghoulish, you should see my sister.
Okay, maybe not.
Painter/Author’s reminder:
Don’t Masquerade Your Parade. March proudly!
Paintings by CD-W
daily word prompt: Ghoulish
Two crackers shy of a box
She’s here. Now.
No need to check on me.
Go home, Miss Helen,
moonshine maker.
Miss Helen
two crackers shy of a box
hair colored orange (she thinks is red)
pokes out on the ends like soggy cactus needles
unless she’s driving Roadster
pulls red tam pulled tight over head
big bosoms poke steering wheel
with hands clutched tight
elbows poking out on both sides
Peers through windshield
wearing aviator goggles.
She’s here. Now.
No need to check on me.
Go home, Miss Helen,
moonshine maker.
Beats her gums about town folk –
“Saw Betty at the Five and Dime…”
“Oh, Lordy, the dentist, he’s …”
I stop listening
Think of something else.
Oh, Lordy.
She slaps and fluffs a couch pillow.
Dust bunnies flit around her orange hair.
Don’t lay down! Don’t lay down.
Go home, Miss Helen.
moonshine maker
My house, too small
for two crackers.
photo credit
daily word prompt: fluff
Damn Straight!
I don’t ride a horse
I don’t shoot a gun
I eat Mexican food and barbecue
and bask in Texas sun
I don’t say “ain’t”
I don’t chew or spit
I can put on a Texas drawl, y’all
but only when it fits
I don’t own an oil gusher
Still, I’ve got my Texas roots
I can play blackjack, kick back
sportin’ western boots.
First rate?
Damn straight!
painting by CD-W
Carolyn Dennis-Willingham 