Leaf Mould Mud in the spring, its my favourite thing. But leaves in the fall, I love them all! Crispy and crunch and racked into piles by the end of my driveway I can see leaves for miles and miles. By Shari Marshall – 2019 Originally posted on September 25, 2016 but I had written… Continue reading Re-blog: Leaf Mould
No longer clinging; time stops for the briefest of moments then it is just happening. Wrapped completely in a feeling of weightlessness the air swoops under and around as it grasps, twists and pulls. The path down isn’t straight and it isn’t a plunge. Instead it’s a journey up and over air currents. It’s a… Continue reading The Path of the Leaf
I can still remember those summer nights of my youth so vividly that I can almost breathe them in when I close my eyes and focus hard enough. There is the smell of wood smoke alive in the air with the soft crackle of the fire and relaxed adult conversation that plays back to me… Continue reading Bioluminescence
The Penis Chronicles presents, “The places they went…” The children climbed on imagining the places they could go. They didn’t see the rust or the space for one. In their eyes there was a vibrant blanket of colour and enough space for them all to travel together and travel they did! They went under… Continue reading The places they went…
She blew in on a spring breeze bringing sunshine and warmth to any space she visited. She was a continuous smile and she had an uncanny ability to gift meaning and memories individually; special in her own way to everyone. She was giving but wanted nothing in return. She knew when to retreat and allow… Continue reading Summer’s Personality
The way the mind stores information has always been a passion of mine since I was a child because I learned that my mother’s consciousness never rested. I remember waking to the sound of a startled cry. The dark enveloping me with its cold emptiness. I would peer into the night with frightened eyes and… Continue reading Rest
I look around at the space I have created for myself after all these years and I wonder what’s wrong with me? I’m happy right? This space is entirely me from the worn countertops, the vase of flowers wilting on the table, the music humming from the radio to the old overweight cat sleeping on… Continue reading Lacking Meaning
I came across this image on an old postcard while I was sorting through some miscellaneous papers. The image is a 1979 photograph by Terry Deroy Gruber called Taxicat. I thought it would make a wonderful photo prompt. I hope you will join in and leave a link to your own post in the comment… Continue reading Cat in the Back Window
blinking, am I like her? silently, little girl where’s your mommy? peeled labels on the kitchen floor leading backwards in my memory, swirled and intermingled, we are one little girl * * * She always wanted to do right by me. She took me and left my… Continue reading Accompanied by Violent Twists
Soft voices sing to a faded angel. She is too tied to comprehend the words. With a sad smile painted on her aging face she quietly sits and watches her girls as they dance in life’s circles. By Shari Marshall – 2019
Brewing Coffee, Twisting Words & Breaking Pencils 