April 2012

Credulity wanes, Express extreme disbelief. Say: “round luncheon meat.” by aforgrave, April 16th, 2012. #NPM2012: Prompt 16 April is...

Into that dark, verdant broccoli stand, I venture. My avatar strikes out amongst vibrant orange, Carrots. Boc Choy underfoot....

Tomorrow’s rain, Like some liquid magic, Fell, And washed away our worries, Cleansing frowns, And easing furrowed, wrinked brows,...

Before the day you mixed up that special magic brew, I have little recollection. But once your Love Potion...

With Sputnik incentive, Science education reformed, To send Rockets to the Moon. The slide ruled. My father’s parting gift,...

That night, While all the house a slept, Mine feet into the kitchen crept. The icebox door (was not...

It seems like only yesterday. Three summer weeks. A cottage outside London. Oxford. Stratford. Castles. Trains. The Tower. Ravens....

I stooped to spy A butterfly, And stuck a thistle In my thumb. Beheld mine eye, The insect guy,...

Happy Easter chick, With your bead eyes and felt nose. Celebrate the day! by aforgrave, April 8th, 2012. #NPM2012:...

Pops and crackles, Dust on Vinyl disks, Stored upright in their crates. In treasured sleeves. Now gone. Recycled? Or...

Many fingers, Many hands, To keep them all up in the air, at once. In finding more, and more,...

A Yarn, well-spun, Is oft more pleasing than the truth. Hat’s off to Midge, For making mystery of a...