Inktober First
Happy Inktober First!
Off the cuff, off the hook, sometimes off the chain. In the right place at the right time with a pen in hand and enough head space to run. Usually a short riff but a rant or recollection could go off sideways. Hang on tight.
Happy Inktober First!
I was just thinking…kick pedals & a throne.
I scoop the cat turds twice a day because I know cats will tattle.
There’s the remnant of an old mill in Weaverville a stone’s throw from the park…
Catchin’ outta Cancatchasee
Ramblin’ on ’bout eternity
Hobo #23 comin’ down the tracks at me
“Candy?”
“Yes.”
“I love writing in the rain.”
“‘Tis better than wild fires.”
We’ll edit later says a poet to a painter, now let’s go paint.
Some lyrics in search of a bass line at the Nutjobbers’ Ball.
I had a dream last night that one of my cats took me across a bridge to a whole world of lost things. There were socks and keys everywhere!
Musie, See you in Art Class next week. Remember, Cash Only, please… Or, on second thought, maybe something more valuable such as ink, paint, or coffee…