I am not keeping up with my drawing prompts, so I am just going buffet-style, picking what feels right. Day 13 was “Ghastly Snow Angels,” but my orc really looks like he is having fun, so why deny him a little pleasure in the snow?
[Verse 1] Tiny windows Stacked to the sky Click a date stamp Lose track of time Housecat Highway Dreams of the sea Late night laundry Talking to me
[Pre-Chorus] Every entry Pins me down Every sentence Spins around
[Chorus] Infinite scroll of strange days Little bright boxes in a long gray maze I keep falling through your side notes Trip on the tags Tangled in quotes Infinite scroll of strange days Breakfast confessions and backyard phase I don’t know you But I know your tone All of these pages Make my head your home
[Verse 2] Weather forecast On a paper heart Pixel postcards Tear me apart Odd obsessions Stacked in a pile Tiny monsters Learning to smile
[Pre-Chorus] Lost in headlines From your mind I skip years One at a time
[Chorus] Infinite scroll of strange days Little bright boxes in a long gray maze I keep falling through your side notes Trip on the tags Tangled in quotes Infinite scroll of strange days Breakfast confessions and backyard phase I don’t know you But I know your tone All of these pages Make my head your home
[Bridge] You say “Today I feel like…” Then drift into a dream I read the crumbs Connect the dots Turn a diary to a screen How many lives in one life How many thoughts in one line I chase your shadow down the archive ’till your yesterday’s mine (hey!)
[Chorus] Infinite scroll of strange days Little bright boxes in a long gray maze I keep falling through your side notes Trip on the tags Tangled in quotes Infinite scroll of strange days Breakfast confessions and backyard phase I don’t know you But I know your tone All of these pages Make my head your home
[Verse 1] Cracked path Fresh cut grass Joggers pass in neon tracks Geese parade like traffic cones Kids trade cards and dial tones
[Chorus] Wandering the greenway Counting cracks Heartbeats racing handlebars and railroad tracks Wandering the greenway Wired and awake Sidewalk serpent doing figure eights
[Verse 2] Dad hats Camera straps Sprinklers hiss like secret taps Old stone bridge with spray-paint names Vending can stuck I kick the frame (hey!)
[Chorus] Wandering the greenway Counting cracks Heartbeats racing handlebars and railroad tracks Wandering the greenway Wired and awake Sidewalk serpent doing figure eights
[Bridge] Is this a highway for walking? Is this a park in a line? Is this a thought I can follow Or a route I ride in my mind? (my mind)
[Chorus] Wandering the greenway Counting cracks Heartbeats racing handlebars and railroad tracks Wandering the greenway Wired and awake Sidewalk serpent doing figure eights
#thegnarledbranch challenge number nine – Grisly Gift Wrap A doodle of a retching Yule log, wrapped in a festive red bow, atop a pool of black ichor and mottled in holiday colors of gangrene, blood-clot red, and pus-cream. I am so sorry. Mind the teeth.
Our book club’s classic (or ought to be) assignment that I’m currently reading is Lord Dunsany’s “Don Rodriguez: Chronicles of Shadow Valley” Has anyone reading this post read the book? I would like to ask them a question or two, especially if they have knowledge of Spain’s history. I’d never heard of it before last week, and I’m enjoying it thus far, but I am only about 10% along. From the preface:
“After long and patient research I am still unable to give to the reader of these Chronicles the exact date of the times that they tell of. Were it merely a matter of history there could be no doubts about the period; but where magic is concerned, to however slight an extent, there must always be some element of mystery, arising partly out of ignorance and partly from the compulsion of those oaths by which magic protects its precincts from the tiptoe of curiosity. Moreover, magic, even in small quantities, appears to affect time, much as acids affect some metals, curiously changing its substance, until dates seem to melt into a mercurial form that renders them elusive even to the eye of the most watchful historian. It is the magic appearing in Chronicles III and IV that has gravely affected the date, so that all I can tell the reader with certainty of the period is that it fell in the later years of the Golden Age in Spain. “