Monthly Archives: September 2018
Midnight foghorn blasts mournful mating calls of vast and dying creatures Words and image by Radiant Spleen Trying to write one Haiku a day, every day, for 30 days in a row. It has gotten a little harder each day. … Continue reading
Great Grandmother, she was a mystery. Long dead we are so close now Haiku a Day #10. . .only 20 more to go! Only? Trying to articulate something meaningful, in a specific limited form, every day, this is harder than … Continue reading
Sweet incense mingles with warm candle flicker, she sips red wine alone 9 Haiku down, 21 more to go. It was very hard to write this morning, this is a sad day for our nation. But you know, republicans are … Continue reading
The first awake, I stir campfire ashes, find ember, warmth for friends Image is a wool soft-sculpture I made awhile back, named, unsurprisingly, “Ember.” You can read more about this guy, and my other wool creations at The Wooliverse.
“Come out and Play” I cry, “Shake off your cobweb shrouds, FEEL sunshine’s embrace” Photo by Radiant Spleen
Old strings strum warmer than whiskey sipped neat while snow swirls down from dark clouds (Words and Watercolor, Radiant Spleen 9-25-18)
Watercolor by Radiant Spleen