Friday~February 29~2008

Immodesty Mouse Whispers is a dancer. Dancing is her livelihood,her passion, and her art. Immodesty Mouse Whisper is a stage name.

In order to perfect her art she must be a historian of fashion and the art of costume, and she must be knowledgeable about all the talented and glamourous dancers who have come before her.

Immodesty has also honed her sewing skills. Creating beautiful stage outfits is a very important part of putting on a compelling show. She must dazzle the crowd with her glamourous costumes as well as her skill as a dancer, which she does with finesse at every performance.

Thursday ~February 28~2008

Today Softlife would like to wish Soren a very happy eleventh birthday!

May you be pleasant, pleased, and prosperous

And remember, character is what you are in the dark.

Wednesday~February 27~2008

Tender Joe has fallen into a melancholy reverie over a glass of wine and photographs of an old love.

It has been a long time since he has allowed himself to indulge in memories such as these, and he falls into it like a fish over rapids.

Years have gone by,

But...I wonder if you 

Go so often as I

Over memories bridge

To that far away land

Where once we kissed and sighed

And hand against hand

Vowed a love unending forever.

Tuesday~february 26~2008

This young elephant has a very messy bedroom. Her mother has told her to clean it up young lady before she can go out to play. It is a tedious and overwhelming task, and she wonders if there is any way to get around it.

Eureka! A little game of dress up will make picking up much more fun!

Soon her room is spic and span and she is free to enjoy the rest of the day.

Monday~February 25~2008

When we last saw Demetrios he had checked into the Bush Hotel, and turned in for the night after an exciting day in the big city. We now find our hero seated in the hotel restaurant reading the morning paper over a cup of coffee. Soon he is ready to hit the streets again.

Yesterday the city was a vibrant beautiful place, but Demetrios feels uneasy today. The Streets feel menacing and unwelcoming to him now. He tries his best to keep up a good attitude, but becomes increasingly paranoid as the day wears on.

Even the people, who seemed so friendly and welcoming yesterday, seem to eye him with suspicion and even hostility.

He comes across some graffiti he saw yesterday, and it seems an ill omen to him now. His thoughts turn homeward.

Back in his neighborhood, he begins to relax. Dorothy was right, although it's good to get away sometimes, there's no place like home. 

Sunday~february 24~2008

Demetrios has come to the big city for the weekend. There is so much to see, and the pulse of the city is very energizing. He has a great time exploring and taking pictures of the sights.

After all the excitement of the day he is pooped. It is time to regroup and find a place to settle in for the night.

The Bush Hotel seems as good a place as any... Demetrios has never been very political. If the bed is soft and the bathtub is deep, he could care less who owns the place.

Indeed, the accommodations are satisfactory. He settles in with a smile, and falls asleep contemplating his plans for the next day.

To be continued...

Saturday~February 23~ 2008

When I am playing with space

The circle is big like infinity

And I am there without a frame of reference

The sky deep purple blue

The soft glands

The ice fish

All creeping towards the Big Eye

I suck in my breath

And rise to the home of the half seraphim.

Friday~February 22~2008

These two naughty Double Headers have snuck into the farmers private garden, which they well know is strictly off limits.It is such a beautiful day and everything looks so succulent that they have thrown caution to the wind. Sometimes there is no better feeling than throwing caution to the wind, and they have a smashing good time.

Their rambunctious explorations draw the attention of the farmer, who must hide his amusement as he teaches the two scoundrels a lesson. The farmer knows that consequences must follow reckless behavior.

As the Double Headers high tail it out of there, their bellies full of fresh spring greens, they feel a little remorse for their bad behavior, but no regrets.

Thursday ~February 21~2008

This hearty creature has decided to spend a few days in the wilderness, testing his mettle and getting back to basics. With nothing but the shirt on his back he begins his ascent up this formidable mountain range.

The air is thin and chilly, and he has his moments of doubt, but he trudges stoutheartedly onward.

At last he reaches the top, and on bended knees gives thanks to his strong body and stalwart mind.

He sets up camp near a river where the fish are jumping. Soon he will have a delicious meal of fresh fish cooked over an open fire, and then perhaps a short nap in the afternoon sun.

It is so good to see for ones self that nature indeed provides, and that mind, body, and soul are well up to the task of survival.

Wednesday~February 20~2008

Under these loosened skies I cry

And wonder what on Earth

And on what pointed pin

I may lay my head in ease with a clear and empty mind.

I am dreaming of secret grasses.

I float above the world.

Tuesday~February 19~2008

This Denizen has traveled far from his home in the snowy woods in search of answers. Perhaps this psychic can be of some assistance to him.

He is filled with trepidation as he takes a seat at the table with the old woman. She seems very large to him, and he hopes she is a vegetarian.

As she lays out the cards she assures him that she has no intention of eating any part of him. It is as if she has read his mind!

" I see you have many questions for which you seek answers", she says." You must learn to let go and be at peace with your ignorance. Answers are overrated and questions are a distraction. Stop thinking so much and do something with your hands. Go back to the snowy woods and enjoy the simple things. What you see is what you get."

The Denizen leaves feeling easy. His existential angst has lifted. It is time to go home.