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This Picnic

 Sharing with The Sunday Muse #244.

Photo Manipulation by Artist Okan Ozel

This picnic takes place in the rain.
Tomatoes, cheese, and ash. 
Wear your lies pave', rhinestoned.
Your sandwich rests on the tracks.
This discordant grill whistles on,
to crush the coins you need to pass.
Five chords born backboned,
already crumpled to cash. 

Is it wrong that I've been watching craft videos lately (painting, sewing, etc.) and am now thoroughly jealous of the idea that some projects can be filmed and completed in a week? I'd like to be able to do that with the novella I'm currently working on...one week to transform an idea from scribbled in a notebook to printed in a book, all shiny and ready to be read. Tune in next week for Notebook to Novella!
-- Chrissa


 

Comments

  1. Gillena CoxJanuary 29, 2023 at 7:29 AM

    Good luck with the novella
    Happy Sunday

    Much❤love

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  2. AngelaJanuary 29, 2023 at 9:50 AM

    Lovely piece of writing and best of luck :)

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  3. JimJanuary 29, 2023 at 11:30 AM

    Coins on the track. Mrs. Jim went bonkers when I told her about flattened coins
    on the tracks. She hadn't heard of doing that until just now and top it off, her
    Daddy worked on the railroad switching cars (he died when she was seven).
    Kids in our high school carried them as being a lucky piece.
    Best wishes for the novella.
    ..

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  4. purplepeninportland.comFebruary 4, 2023 at 5:32 PM

    Love what you took from this image, Chrissa! Good look with novella.

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