by Carly Marks
It’s a brisk sunny Sunday
In between a rainy February
On a plane leaving Los Angeles
Land of Artists or All sorts of Abilities, if you will…
It’s an interesting reason for a February season; of it’s own [Read More...]
by Diane Boisvert
Swirls, lines in all directions ,blurs and smudges.
Who judges what is art?
Anarchy is what it seems to be!
The brightest color wins. The boldest figure dominates.
Geometric designs not aligned with anything.
All over the place, every space reverberates a mantra.
Hazy mazes make us look for some sense.
To find a way out of the mess.
Modern, abstract – not exact at all.
A kind of free fall.
You call that art!!
Of course I do, It all happened long ago when my
holly leaves were too fat and my berries were too small.
Or was it the other way around.
It doesn’t matter. The laughter was real. It hurt my feelings.
From that day on I was friends with art. We did our part.
Now it’s for you to figure out.
by Suzanne Nielsen
After posting an ad in the local paper for free goldfish
Louis Markholm was inundated with inquiring phone calls to include:
How old is the fish?
What sex is the fish?
Is the fish into cross dressing?
Does the fish yearn for salt water experiences?
Is that “fish” as in singular?
Does the fish display any indication of SAD?
How many extracurricular activities is it committed to?
Does it sleep without meds?
How about baths?
Can it live in a sink, or an armpit with unusually sweaty output?
Louis decided it was in his best interest to keep the fish, Tiny Dancer,
in spite of their argument that nearly destroyed a seven-year relationship.
The thought of its absence made his heart grow fonder.
by Diane Boisvert
Life is tough enough, isn’t it?
We battle each day to get by. We groan and grumble -
Complain and mumble things under our breath.
Just to put us to the test enters –
THE COMPUTER WORM
Horror of horrors! What is this thing?? It acts as though
It’s a king or something. I really believe it’s from outer space. They say it just sits for a while…waiting to attack.