Tag: writing

  • The Best Medicine.

    The Best Medicine.

    Laugh and the World Laughs with You. Whenever I hear the word Laughter I think of Robert Plant.  “Does anybody remember laughter?”  Rumor has it that he added that line spontaneously (while singing Stairway to Heaven in case you’re still trying to place it) while playing in concert back in 1973.  No matter his reason,…

  • Juxtaposition

    Juxtaposition

    I was mistaken when I said that the letter J would be purely (or mostly) visual. After exploring the word juxtaposition, which I’ve heard many times before in reference to art or photography, the primary meaning I found was “the fact of two things being seen or placed close together with contrasting effect.” My image seems…

  • The Fish, The Feline…

    The Fish, The Feline…

    and the Juggling Fool. -Multiple Choice Day- I’ve been too indecisive lately, so I decided to leave the choices up to the reader. Below is the unedited version, straight out of my Illustrator program. The featured image is the same, but with blur and paint effects added. For a person that enjoys Illustrator, you’d think…

  • The ‘Dog’ in Doggerel

    The ‘Dog’ in Doggerel

    I felt sorry for poor old Detective Dan,Who Deduced that the perp was Miss Daisy.There were reasons for his suspicion,But the townspeople said he was crazy. Dan was sure that Miss Daisy had been there,He found her scarf at the scene of the crime.It was on the floor, near the body,Soaked in blood, and covered…

  • A Cockamamie Story

    A Cockamamie Story

    I once saw a Clowder of Cats,Some, wearing cool Cowboy hats.They had all gotten loose,From the big red Caboose,That sold them to get rid of rats. I saw the list of “C words” this afternoon and I couldn’t resist. I tried to get fancy and make the image like folk art, since cats are popular…

  • “Well Hello Officer”…

    “Well Hello Officer”…

    A Boomer Tale. -DeeDee and the Speeding Ticket Verbal Warning- Listen honey. If anyone tries to tell you that you can’t be sexy in your sixties… tell them to go… well… you know.  I’m 64 now, and you know what? I just sweet talked my way out of a speeding ticket. That’s right baby. DeeDee’s…