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Quilly | April 30, 2009
I can tell by some of the comments on the last three posts that I’ve spread the story too thin, put in too many twists, and lost some of you, so here is a quick, simple synopsis of Copper’s story to date: Daze of Wine & Murder Chianti Sangiovese is about to preside over her [...]
Quilly | April 30, 2009
A Premature Farewell Twenty-nine poems in twenty-nine days. The 30th and final day, I forgot to post. My attention span left Without finishing the job. Damn. CLA Poetic Asides, Day 30 Prompt: write a farewell poem Posted May 1st, 8:41 a.m. (HST)
Quilly | April 30, 2009
Welcome to Three Word Thursday #12. This week, joining the quondam word-list, we have paladin, intransigent, & invidious. We also have a whole list of perspicacious writers. If you enjoy reading my story, leave a comment then click on the names of the other players and go see how they used the words. You’ll be entertained [...]
Quilly | April 29, 2009
Never Learning I learned my nevers as a child. Never take candy from strangers. Never take wooden nickles. Never count chickens before they’ve hatched. Never look a gift horse in the mouth. Never bite the hand that feeds you. Never cry over spilt milk. Never sign up to write a poem a day. Never say [...]
Quilly | April 28, 2009
Jientje, our mistress of fun, has cooked up a new photo challenge, and this is what she has to say about it: When I was a kid, I was always fascinated by the colourful language my grandmother used. She had such a way with words, she had her own funny ways to describe things and [...]
Quilly | April 28, 2009
Promptly Sestina, He Said “Write a sestina,” he said, and here I sit with eighty seconds to compose. I hate writing to a time limit and a prompt. I was suckered in by the romance of, National Poetry Month. Some of us have to work you know. I don’t get paid to write poetry. I [...]
Quilly | April 27, 2009
There once was a gnat named Nat. Upon my fork he sat. I said, “I am eating! I’ll give you a beating!” So I squished him and Nat was flat. CLA This is not from a poetry prompt. This is from my Pasta Alfredo last night! A gnat was actually harmed in the writing of [...]
Quilly | April 27, 2009
Elsewhere Teenage strife clashes with parents tomorrow lurks beyond the moon and life seems about to happen elsewhere…. CLA Poetic Asides, Day 27 Prompt: write a poem about longing
Quilly | April 27, 2009
What noun does this photo represent? EMAIL your answers and leave a comment designed to either help or confuse your fellow game players. The first contestant to EMAIL me the right answer wins a featured link in my blog which will display until next Monday when we’ll play this little game again. Enjoy. PLEASE, do [...]
Quilly | April 26, 2009
I wanted to do, Fritos®, but no. Amoeba refused to cooperate, even though I assured him that the knife was very sharp and it wouldn’t really hurt — much. Besides, they can always be reattached. Right?
Safety Gloves
Best Gloves Ever!
I use mine for yard work.
Thistles don't penetrate them!
Polona ~ Scabiosa Trenta :.
O’Ceallaigh & The Quill
