Watching Netflix shows escaping to patchwork fields, English countryside.
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Kid’s Vacation
Fantasy stories: vacation, mental escape. Kids also need them.
Ice Cream 3
What if… the USP man delivered ice cream? or ice cream erupted from a plant? or ice cream did not melt in coffee? How often… would you order from the UPS man? or would you harvest that plant? or would you go to the coffee shop? Picture cc0 by Pixabay (cropped)
Boston Stoker
The scent of grinding beans attacks packed tobacco chilling. No smoking in the shop, though drinks sit near people steaming. Smoke wafts in from outside, invading coffee’s foaming. Which is the bitter, can you smell the difference?
Games in a Vault
Myriad colors Gameboard décor in a vault Contained explosion.
Modern Punch
Violent in days past Modern moderation culls Now he guards cigars.
Releasing a Book
Each book is like a baby, created, born, and attended through rewrites, edits, and proofs. Baby grows into childhood; every new version improving, then adding input from outsiders. Childhood turns into adulthood… I putz with the manuscript until it’s time to let it fly, even if I’m not ready.
Love a Human
Love a human. Love? A human? Love a human! Love, a human.
Gone is Uplifting Song
World Wars, the Depression, and then the Stepford 50’s, hallucinogenic 60’s, dancing 70’s sequins, long hair and heavy metal 80’s, drowning in “Lifestyles of the Rich and Famous.” What even happened in the 90’s? This new organic, tattooed, techie, video-streaming century produces people still loving and leaving. Babies born addicting. Low self-esteem dominating. Pride raging.Continue reading “Gone is Uplifting Song”
Turning Seasons
Cold and dark winter has melted as spring blooms amongst crocus, hyacinth, and daffodils. Excitement fills the air at season’s change; yet I’m always ready when the next one comes.
Dawn Marie Paul Art & Books 