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I'm starting a new blog because
I'll be linking to
I love to be prodded (poetically). I'll be trying on new forms to see whether they fit my portliness at The Ultimate Poetry Challenge and posting them in:
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SPRING: 13 Baha 177 (1 April 2020)
O God! Refresh and gladden my spirit. Purify my heart.
Either too few or too many. Read blogs and commented. Wrote. Hope to finish a book today. Oh ... and I'm not into April Fool jokes ... like ever ...but especially not this year, not now.
1°. midnight in Missoula
-4°. 8 a.m. in Tromsø in far northern Norway.
9°. in Fayetteville where my aunt lives.
14°. in Casablanca.
Snow mist sliding down the mountains this morning. Snow after noon. Shake-rattle-and-roll as my bed moved from the quake. One pink geranium in bloom.
"Unnamed boy in Memento Park" "April 1 prompt: historical object or theatrical prop"
One flash: "Star light, star bright (300 words)" .
Still reading "The Girl on the Boat" by a local writer, Danielle Lincoln Hanna.
"She was an observer. She took in everything around her. The question was whether she ever let the things she knew back into the world again." Baron about Bailey.
Ate bean bacon soup. Wrote. Will read. Talked to neighbors after the quake. (Yeah, see below.) Looked at Portuguese again. I need to review grammar and build vocabulary.
SENIOR CENTER and COFFEEHOUSE
Hanging at home. Instant with milk and brown sugar. Hot or cold. Doesn't matter to me! I also mixed up some tamarind with moringa and I'm drinking that. Trying to stay hydrated.
I revised some of my prompts for Elle from yesterday. Still working on them.
Headline: 'The floor was moving': 6.5 earthquake strikes in Idaho, largest in the state since 1983 Very strong tremors here in Missoula at 17:55. No damage that I know of but everyone felt it. This building was built in 1908 and the third floor definitely swayed.
Three of my comments today:
Sorji : Ideas either nag the hell outta me or they fly on by, waving, when I don't have a pen.
SB Musing : I can social distance ... at a price. I need connections.
I can physical distance ... at a price. I want hugs.
Virtual on-line connections help, but for me it's not the real deal.
You reminded me how much I disliked school, how much I didn't want to be home, how much I withdrew.
Miranda Keening : Among all the sadness there is joy. Me? Even when I'm depressed I see beauty ... faded beauty ... ephemeral beauty ... but, hey ... beauty none-the-less.