stoney moss

I wish I were more savvy about how to customize the blog... I know I could learn, had I more time...but so far it ain't happening. WD agreed we could switch over to WordPress, so that is in the works. Yay! As soon as I can get it rearranged and switched over we'll redirect you to there. In the meantime, this will have to do, for a little while, anyway. :-)...

I may have to quit confessing just because it makes it seem like life is moving so fast. Of course, that's one of the reasons I didn't have kids. I thought kids sped the world up. It's not. It's perception. Failing, or improving, perception. Take your pick. * * * I like confessing. Even when I don't really. I have to keep up with it. (I am somewhat compulsive, though not obsessively so.) *...

A Tempered Prize ...seems an appropriate title for my ShuffleWords poem, this week's RWP prompt from Dana. Soon, vey soon, I'll have my Twitter on the sidebar so you can go see - if you want to - the stuff I am following, poetic and ramblings. Or you can see RWP's Twitter...

Smoke Theater Smoke wasps in front of the window to create dragons and maidens in a power play of sunlight. Maidens with long white hair dance to heaven floating safely away from snapping vociferous dragon jaws. Wind: and the frieze blows a frenzy of dragons colliding into maidens screeching pterodactyls roaring to the scene threatening to eat the faces off maidens. Now straight up:...

I've haven't revealed much in my last few confessions. They, and my writing in general, has been stiff and staid. I have a couple of thoughts about that. I can be incredibly literal and linear. I want cause and effect, logic, rational reasoning. I want meaning without the fluff and fuss of overbearing and overwrought emotions. Cut to the chase. Give me the bottom line. I want efficiency....

Encounter At the corner of my minds eye and Broadway he stands one hand shoved deep into worn pockets empty of change the other clings to tattered will work for food or love sign around hopes corner her silver mercedes rips black pavement into shreds breaking hearts hitting the mud puddle at 85 mph he's drenched but she's got her venti frap by 4 pm....

This week's trip to the confession booth will have to be quick. Not that there isn't lots to get off my chest, but that time is short. I have a big deadline at work (was supposed to be last week, but now it's this Friday) and I am leaving for Arizona (by way of New Mexico) tomorrow (which was to have been post-deadline, but is now not.) I haven't been writing much. I did finish Mark...