Cyranny’s quickie!
Where’s one place you’d refuse to visit, even if you won an all-paid for trip to? For more Quickies, click here.
Where’s one place you’d refuse to visit, even if you won an all-paid for trip to? For more Quickies, click here.
There’s an end to all, Birds fly, different directions Hope to see you ‘gain… After posting my silly haiku, a while back, Carolina decided to host a new challenge mixing music and poetry. Everyone is welcome to join the challenge, and all your need to do is choose a song, and write a…… Continue reading Birds… – Song inspired haiku challenge
Did you have an alarm on your clock this morning? If so, at what time? For more Quickies, click here.
Do you believe your life is written in the palm of your hand? (if so, you must think I am a real open book kinda girl, right?? LOL) For more Quickies, click here.
Whisper softly, Scream out loud! Should every truth Meet the crowds? Odin’s crows Are flying high Huginn & Muninn Swirl in the sky! Gathering secrets For their master and When his hammer falls The God gives Life, and slaughters… Making simple men Shake and tremble In perfect awe, yet So humble… And falls the…… Continue reading Ravens…
Nice try, pal! But you’re no ladybug! If you want to know what After Eight Moments are about, click here. Description for the visually impaired: Close up on a small red insect, with black dots on its back.
If you had one last thing to do before you died, what would it be? For more Quickies, click here.
It’s been a weird day… A bit in the meh zone. Neither a ”good” or a ”bad” day. Just somewhere floating in between. With Chéri’s doctor appointments multiplying faster than rabbits, I decided to put up a separate blog, to keep track of everything going on. Who knows, maybe one day it will help…… Continue reading After Eight Moments…
Did the recent Tygpress incident change your way of blogging? For more Quickies, click here.
Backstreet in Helsingør. In life, not everything is black & white… We sail in a colorful world, that often distracts us from lines, curves and textures we don’t even see anymore. We wander, trying to flee from the ordinary. We yearn to be wowed, by anything big, grand and breathtaking. I miss Denmark…… Continue reading Random Danish memories…