Hi all, First, a reminder that Monika Davies and I have a drop-in writers’ group on the third Saturday of the month, so April 15, from 1 to 3 pm at the Sidney Library, and then a drink at Small Gods Brewing Co. afterwards to celebrate. We’d love to see you at either or both. The drop-in is a ($5 suggested) pay-what-you-wish kind of thing.
You know me, I'm happy to share! :) Here is a little bit of it:
The tail is like that of a fox, of thousands of hummingbirds, fluttering their wings, making the sound of shuffling a deck of cards. The fox tail is made up of branches, leaves, shaped in the way of an English garden, topiary turtles and honey bees. The fox tail is in the form of a scarf, rippling back, flowing from the elegant neck of a French woman driving a convertible on the upper corniche on her way to Monaco. The fox tail bursts like a blast of flame from the scorched lips of the fire-eater at the carnival. His lover is the mermaid--half woman, half fish--who cares for his singed mouth in the early hours of the morning, pressing her cold fingers, rubbing her scales on his rusted face.
Beware Renovator Guy! 😂 Lovely newsletter, Kelsey, and a beautiful and strong piece on Deepam’s image. I loved “A woman is a choir.” I used the image as a prompt today too. 👍🏻
I'm sorry to hear you were unwell and hope you're feeling better.
I look forward to reading your June letters.
Cheers,
Derek
Hi Kelsey,
I was looking forward to the May "From a Spiral Notebook" installment. I hope it's coming still.
Cheers,
Derek R. Swallow
You know me, I'm happy to share! :) Here is a little bit of it:
The tail is like that of a fox, of thousands of hummingbirds, fluttering their wings, making the sound of shuffling a deck of cards. The fox tail is made up of branches, leaves, shaped in the way of an English garden, topiary turtles and honey bees. The fox tail is in the form of a scarf, rippling back, flowing from the elegant neck of a French woman driving a convertible on the upper corniche on her way to Monaco. The fox tail bursts like a blast of flame from the scorched lips of the fire-eater at the carnival. His lover is the mermaid--half woman, half fish--who cares for his singed mouth in the early hours of the morning, pressing her cold fingers, rubbing her scales on his rusted face.
Beware Renovator Guy! 😂 Lovely newsletter, Kelsey, and a beautiful and strong piece on Deepam’s image. I loved “A woman is a choir.” I used the image as a prompt today too. 👍🏻