- nonstop . . .
- leaning on his cane . . .
- southbound . . .
- old friends . . .
- tanka time . . .
- stars, planet, moons, et. al. . . .
- exquisite corpse update . . .
- exquisite corpse, anyone? . . .
- virtual friends . . .
- perhaps . . .
- cobwebs . . .
- After the Funeral . . .
- anthology fever . . .
- Throwback . . .
- new moon rising . . .
Tag Archives: Exquisite Corpse
The roots of an Exquisite Corpse–like Halloween–are planted in Surrealism. Given that, I tried to give myself license not to take myself too seriously when it came to rattling the skeletal threads of this Corpse together into a sequential body which, … Continue reading
Thanks to those who’ve generously submitted to my “exquisite corpse” project. And if you haven’t but would like to, I’m extending the deadline until Monday, Oct. 27. (See previous post for the low-down.) I’m letting the responses percolate before putting together something wonderfully … Continue reading
A week or two ago, the folks at WordPress sent me virtual “happy anniversary” wishes, reminding me that I’d started this blog with them four years ago. It’s hard to believe that I’ve kept this enterprise going all that time, and that … Continue reading
In response to my last post, diarist Rachel Dickinson extended the exquisite corpse tradition by using the last line of my haiku to create this lovely one of her own: Circling my night sky are bats and nighthawks snatching winged insects in flight. Night … Continue reading