tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2905163255834734411Sat, 28 Jan 2012 19:35:25 +0000Musings...Home ImprovementReadingCelebrationsDelicious (for Missy)CartoonDelicious (for Stripey)Short StoryAwardRemembranceDelicious (for bees)Not-so-DeliciousInevitableStripeyFriendsPhotosDelicious (for finches)Delicious (for spiders)Delicious (for robins)DeliciousNuts and boltsFiction: Short StoryKites and KidsNature observations...AmazingDelicious (for Riley)Natural PoetryCharliePoetryPure FunRileyconfessionNature's PoetryFlash FictionDelicious (for Blue Jays)Another foggy mornVideoMemed...ResiliencePoetry in motionNaturallyFound objectsSketching...observationOn writing...barely scratching the surface...http://talonted.blogspot.com/noreply@blogger.com (TALON)Blogger664125http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-nc-nd/3.0/blogspot/giDBhttp://feedburner.google.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2905163255834734411.post-3349025957316211151Fri, 27 Jan 2012 02:19:00 +00002012-01-26T21:19:40.054-05:00Flash FictionPhotos The horoscope was not promising.  Mercury was retrograde. There would be dissention, destruction, and delays. People would be rude, obnoxious, and impatient.  Technology would misbehave.  There would be miscommunications and misunderstandings. He heaved a huge sigh of relief when he realized it wasn’t his horoscope then he winced when he realized it was his wife’s. A Flash http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/giDB/~3/DYjvU6tHle4/gnarly.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (TALON)31<div class="feedflare"> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/giDB?a=DYjvU6tHle4:hXn3cDCbetE:yIl2AUoC8zA"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/giDB?d=yIl2AUoC8zA" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/giDB?a=DYjvU6tHle4:hXn3cDCbetE:dnMXMwOfBR0"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/giDB?d=dnMXMwOfBR0" border="0"></img></a> </div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/giDB/~4/DYjvU6tHle4" height="1" width="1"/>http://talonted.blogspot.com/2012/01/gnarly.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2905163255834734411.post-2195584746462616766Fri, 20 Jan 2012 02:57:00 +00002012-01-19T21:57:08.474-05:00Flash FictionPhotos Horror’s power lies in striking when defenses are down. It lurked a thousand nights, waiting for one when she was weak. She gasps for breath, but receives no mercy.  Recapture of her territory is impossible; victory against so wily and clever an enemy unachievable. Is there no way to defeat something born of the dark? A Friday Flash Fiction for the G-Man... http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/giDB/~3/st1jatKgLJ0/pavor-nocturnus.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (TALON)39<div class="feedflare"> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/giDB?a=st1jatKgLJ0:9jTtLcHDhKI:yIl2AUoC8zA"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/giDB?d=yIl2AUoC8zA" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/giDB?a=st1jatKgLJ0:9jTtLcHDhKI:dnMXMwOfBR0"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/giDB?d=dnMXMwOfBR0" border="0"></img></a> </div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/giDB/~4/st1jatKgLJ0" height="1" width="1"/>http://talonted.blogspot.com/2012/01/pavor-nocturnus.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2905163255834734411.post-8942044725613201064Sun, 15 Jan 2012 18:41:00 +00002012-01-15T14:01:36.742-05:00PoetryPhotos Freeze-framing pieces of perfection embellished with filigreed flotsam on sheets of unbleached linen leaving no space for the bittersweet ...stains of broken hearts and limbs seep © ktn 2012 http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/giDB/~3/M3rqPslaxjI/scrapbooking-life.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (TALON)32<div class="feedflare"> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/giDB?a=M3rqPslaxjI:EYGSiUfUDX8:yIl2AUoC8zA"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/giDB?d=yIl2AUoC8zA" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/giDB?a=M3rqPslaxjI:EYGSiUfUDX8:dnMXMwOfBR0"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/giDB?d=dnMXMwOfBR0" border="0"></img></a> </div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/giDB/~4/M3rqPslaxjI" height="1" width="1"/>http://talonted.blogspot.com/2012/01/scrapbooking-life.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2905163255834734411.post-2412537882307187530Fri, 13 Jan 2012 03:37:00 +00002012-01-12T22:37:21.754-05:00Flash FictionPhotos She leaned over, resting her cheek gently against his chest. A heartbeat, but light and erratic—a butterfly heart. She had ignored the machinery and the monitors, but now their whirs, beeps, and whooshes sounded bumptious as if mocking the still grey figure on the bed. Beneath her cheek, the flutter-heart beat a delicate tattoo. A Flash Fiction for the G-Man...http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/giDB/~3/HppuWqks-SM/bumptious.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (TALON)34<div class="feedflare"> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/giDB?a=HppuWqks-SM:ecYUL2wXNLs:yIl2AUoC8zA"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/giDB?d=yIl2AUoC8zA" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/giDB?a=HppuWqks-SM:ecYUL2wXNLs:dnMXMwOfBR0"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/giDB?d=dnMXMwOfBR0" border="0"></img></a> </div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/giDB/~4/HppuWqks-SM" height="1" width="1"/>http://talonted.blogspot.com/2012/01/bumptious.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2905163255834734411.post-64990267279567491Tue, 10 Jan 2012 04:06:00 +00002012-01-09T23:06:17.257-05:00PoetryPhotos Sightless lambent gaze illuminates the corners where smirking shadows collect madness it is—or is it lunacy? scribing poems of the moon Innocent of the poetry of sinners or saints January's Wolf Moon receives unblinking the ravenous wolf's lament... long notes fracture the silver night © ktn 2012 http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/giDB/~3/2D72Cq5T0hc/pococurante.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (TALON)27<div class="feedflare"> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/giDB?a=2D72Cq5T0hc:sAVWPeK13cY:yIl2AUoC8zA"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/giDB?d=yIl2AUoC8zA" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/giDB?a=2D72Cq5T0hc:sAVWPeK13cY:dnMXMwOfBR0"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/giDB?d=dnMXMwOfBR0" border="0"></img></a> </div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/giDB/~4/2D72Cq5T0hc" height="1" width="1"/>http://talonted.blogspot.com/2012/01/pococurante.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2905163255834734411.post-2045952596640322539Sun, 08 Jan 2012 05:13:00 +00002012-01-08T00:13:43.057-05:00PoetryPhotos Busybodies’ barbed remarks unsheathed between pursed lips priding themselves on honesty even as the truth carelessly bends— a ball of wool after the cat’s been at it bits and pieces of twisted yarn(s) impossible to unravel © ktn 2011 http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/giDB/~3/Kf5j-u76-uQ/useless.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (TALON)27<div class="feedflare"> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/giDB?a=Kf5j-u76-uQ:UwGFDaZ7p_0:yIl2AUoC8zA"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/giDB?d=yIl2AUoC8zA" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/giDB?a=Kf5j-u76-uQ:UwGFDaZ7p_0:dnMXMwOfBR0"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/giDB?d=dnMXMwOfBR0" border="0"></img></a> </div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/giDB/~4/Kf5j-u76-uQ" height="1" width="1"/>http://talonted.blogspot.com/2012/01/useless.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2905163255834734411.post-22420322370165679Fri, 06 Jan 2012 03:17:00 +00002012-01-05T22:41:32.644-05:00Flash FictionPhotos It was a dark and stormy night....ooops...already been used...and what night isn’t dark? Okay, try again...  It was a stormy night..ick...boring... The night was stormy...still boring...more about the storm, less about the night... A stormy night and...uninspiring...we want the reader to at least stay awake...set the tone... simplicity...edit...edit...edit... The night stormed...http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/giDB/~3/V7PheV9h758/opening.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (TALON)34<div class="feedflare"> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/giDB?a=V7PheV9h758:rz_zREJ8PJo:yIl2AUoC8zA"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/giDB?d=yIl2AUoC8zA" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/giDB?a=V7PheV9h758:rz_zREJ8PJo:dnMXMwOfBR0"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/giDB?d=dnMXMwOfBR0" border="0"></img></a> </div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/giDB/~4/V7PheV9h758" height="1" width="1"/>http://talonted.blogspot.com/2012/01/opening.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2905163255834734411.post-6300136053687610241Wed, 04 Jan 2012 18:38:00 +00002012-01-04T14:11:29.365-05:00Nature observations...InevitablePhotos http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/giDB/~3/RhIfF8wK0I4/longanimity.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (TALON)25<div class="feedflare"> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/giDB?a=RhIfF8wK0I4:ZOgvBf9iCls:yIl2AUoC8zA"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/giDB?d=yIl2AUoC8zA" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/giDB?a=RhIfF8wK0I4:ZOgvBf9iCls:dnMXMwOfBR0"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/giDB?d=dnMXMwOfBR0" border="0"></img></a> </div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/giDB/~4/RhIfF8wK0I4" height="1" width="1"/>http://talonted.blogspot.com/2012/01/longanimity.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2905163255834734411.post-5316351034432647186Sat, 31 Dec 2011 20:24:00 +00002011-12-31T15:24:45.500-05:00Fiction: Short StoryPhotos(a short story) “Did you make one?” Deena turned from the sink, brown eyes twinkling behind smudged eyeglasses. “Make what?” Deena’s grandfather put his  coffee mug and plate on the counter and tossed his fork into the steaming dishwater. “Your pie was good, Deena. Almost as good as your Grandmother used to make.” High praise indeed, but Deena had other things on her mind. “A wish! http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/giDB/~3/DYLewyaktoc/fragility-of-dark.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (TALON)30<div class="feedflare"> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/giDB?a=DYLewyaktoc:tsJHGboElhg:yIl2AUoC8zA"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/giDB?d=yIl2AUoC8zA" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/giDB?a=DYLewyaktoc:tsJHGboElhg:dnMXMwOfBR0"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/giDB?d=dnMXMwOfBR0" border="0"></img></a> </div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/giDB/~4/DYLewyaktoc" height="1" width="1"/>http://talonted.blogspot.com/2011/12/fragility-of-dark.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2905163255834734411.post-8879638768144975904Fri, 30 Dec 2011 03:39:00 +00002011-12-29T22:39:17.650-05:00Flash FictionPhotos They went out on the porch to welcome the New Year, snowflakes pirouetting in the glow of the city lights below. A sudden gust sent the flakes into a whirlwind. The small evergreen near the steps they’d strung with teeny brass bells, shivered and jingled. A Friday Flash Fiction for the G-Man...http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/giDB/~3/oI9FqNJvxaY/commencement.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (TALON)28<div class="feedflare"> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/giDB?a=oI9FqNJvxaY:hWh1AxKK0xE:yIl2AUoC8zA"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/giDB?d=yIl2AUoC8zA" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/giDB?a=oI9FqNJvxaY:hWh1AxKK0xE:dnMXMwOfBR0"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/giDB?d=dnMXMwOfBR0" border="0"></img></a> </div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/giDB/~4/oI9FqNJvxaY" height="1" width="1"/>http://talonted.blogspot.com/2011/12/commencement.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2905163255834734411.post-8694576795783070260Fri, 23 Dec 2011 03:48:00 +00002011-12-22T22:51:01.679-05:00FriendsRemembranceFlash FictionCelebrationsHome ImprovementResiliencePhotos Their tree hosted a mishmash of ornaments collected from summer garage sales. The gaudy blinking tree topper was their favorite find until spying an angel, jammed into a milk grate; gazing at them serenely, oblivious of her tattered wings, tarnished halo, and torn gown of faded blue. Fifty-five cents later, she had a new home. A Friday Flash Fiction for the G-Man... ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/giDB/~3/SiUOzmiFqGU/serendipity.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (TALON)39<div class="feedflare"> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/giDB?a=SiUOzmiFqGU:-1dc3FJqtkw:yIl2AUoC8zA"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/giDB?d=yIl2AUoC8zA" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/giDB?a=SiUOzmiFqGU:-1dc3FJqtkw:dnMXMwOfBR0"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/giDB?d=dnMXMwOfBR0" border="0"></img></a> </div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/giDB/~4/SiUOzmiFqGU" height="1" width="1"/>http://talonted.blogspot.com/2011/12/serendipity.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2905163255834734411.post-4844637509387871314Wed, 21 Dec 2011 16:28:00 +00002011-12-21T11:30:45.351-05:00Musings...Nature observations...Pure FunPhotos http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/giDB/~3/hd4EqCOB9Bw/things-are-looking-up.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (TALON)16<div class="feedflare"> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/giDB?a=hd4EqCOB9Bw:iR1L2AoHk6g:yIl2AUoC8zA"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/giDB?d=yIl2AUoC8zA" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/giDB?a=hd4EqCOB9Bw:iR1L2AoHk6g:dnMXMwOfBR0"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/giDB?d=dnMXMwOfBR0" border="0"></img></a> </div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/giDB/~4/hd4EqCOB9Bw" height="1" width="1"/>http://talonted.blogspot.com/2011/12/things-are-looking-up.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2905163255834734411.post-5759286441835815477Fri, 16 Dec 2011 16:34:00 +00002011-12-16T11:35:32.473-05:00FriendsFlash FictionDelicious (for robins)Nature's PoetryNature observations...InevitablePoetryPhotos Those cunning crows blue-black sentinels stay behind as the robins fattened by orange berries of the Rowan echoing the hues of ruffled belly feathers take wing on southbound currents Against flakes of white chill eddying in a northwest wind the idea of a sassy robin hop-hop-hopping across grasses of green seems only a fantastical dream © ktn 2011 A Friday http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/giDB/~3/t54sxGcKxlw/tours-of-duty.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (TALON)30<div class="feedflare"> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/giDB?a=t54sxGcKxlw:Rdo8mkqp43A:yIl2AUoC8zA"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/giDB?d=yIl2AUoC8zA" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/giDB?a=t54sxGcKxlw:Rdo8mkqp43A:dnMXMwOfBR0"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/giDB?d=dnMXMwOfBR0" border="0"></img></a> </div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/giDB/~4/t54sxGcKxlw" height="1" width="1"/>http://talonted.blogspot.com/2011/12/tours-of-duty.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2905163255834734411.post-163968670837267798Tue, 13 Dec 2011 17:47:00 +00002011-12-13T18:03:00.703-05:00Musings...Nature's PoetryNature observations...InevitablePhotos Every month has shifting light. December’s shift, as we move inexorably toward winter, can be sullen. The sun can stubbornly remain entombed in somber clouds for days, casting only grey light and intermittent tears. The play of lowlight on branches brings small treasures if you look close. Nature is nodding to the holiday season by doing minimalist decorating. Occasionally, though, the http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/giDB/~3/0HLJ_Lf7cZI/december-light.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (TALON)22<div class="feedflare"> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/giDB?a=0HLJ_Lf7cZI:-Ip-Gvdljz0:yIl2AUoC8zA"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/giDB?d=yIl2AUoC8zA" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/giDB?a=0HLJ_Lf7cZI:-Ip-Gvdljz0:dnMXMwOfBR0"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/giDB?d=dnMXMwOfBR0" border="0"></img></a> </div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/giDB/~4/0HLJ_Lf7cZI" height="1" width="1"/>http://talonted.blogspot.com/2011/12/december-light.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2905163255834734411.post-3592387572724259768Fri, 09 Dec 2011 02:41:00 +00002011-12-08T21:48:11.796-05:00Delicious (for Stripey)Flash FictionPhotos She lives in an unfussy house. Beautifully untidy with stacks of books, cats shrimp-curled on comfy seats, dogs worrying chew toys on faded wool carpets, a ball of yarn with needles protruding at hand, cheery fire crackling in the stone fireplace.  It isn’t officially the holidays until you’re there, sipping Earl Grey and nibbling shortbread. A Friday Flash Fiction for the http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/giDB/~3/RVrOLl_5iuE/kindred-spirits.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (TALON)33<div class="feedflare"> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/giDB?a=RVrOLl_5iuE:SsqQGQinDIg:yIl2AUoC8zA"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/giDB?d=yIl2AUoC8zA" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/giDB?a=RVrOLl_5iuE:SsqQGQinDIg:dnMXMwOfBR0"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/giDB?d=dnMXMwOfBR0" border="0"></img></a> </div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/giDB/~4/RVrOLl_5iuE" height="1" width="1"/>http://talonted.blogspot.com/2011/12/kindred-spirits.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2905163255834734411.post-5795966078038945361Tue, 06 Dec 2011 18:28:00 +00002011-12-06T13:46:19.584-05:00FriendsNaturallyMusings...Nature observations...Home ImprovementInevitableResiliencePhotos They cut a stately aged tree down in our neighborhood today. What had taken over 80 years to mature, took less than 4 hours reduce to wood chips. The stump remains and I can’t help wondering what the roots are experiencing below the sawdust remains. Great shock, I’m sure. Everyone agreed it was time. The tree had some serious old sections that didn't bend and sway in heavy winds, but broke andhttp://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/giDB/~3/wcPrYneAxHA/death-of-tree.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (TALON)30<div class="feedflare"> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/giDB?a=wcPrYneAxHA:P9-2UA1ecM0:yIl2AUoC8zA"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/giDB?d=yIl2AUoC8zA" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/giDB?a=wcPrYneAxHA:P9-2UA1ecM0:dnMXMwOfBR0"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/giDB?d=dnMXMwOfBR0" border="0"></img></a> </div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/giDB/~4/wcPrYneAxHA" height="1" width="1"/>http://talonted.blogspot.com/2011/12/death-of-tree.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2905163255834734411.post-5360629241054396604Sun, 04 Dec 2011 05:30:00 +00002011-12-04T00:36:55.926-05:00PoetryPhotos He took a leap of faith once splat! landed flat on his face He dusted himself off but he couldn’t dust off the bruises they stuck around until they turned that peculiar shade of yellow-green He watched the squirrels one day when he was passing through the park fearless little things taking leaps of faith a hundred times a day What was their secret? a better sense of timing? http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/giDB/~3/csc1COA7UtA/dumb-luck.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (TALON)28<div class="feedflare"> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/giDB?a=csc1COA7UtA:wKG3e2uxCD0:yIl2AUoC8zA"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/giDB?d=yIl2AUoC8zA" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/giDB?a=csc1COA7UtA:wKG3e2uxCD0:dnMXMwOfBR0"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/giDB?d=dnMXMwOfBR0" border="0"></img></a> </div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/giDB/~4/csc1COA7UtA" height="1" width="1"/>http://talonted.blogspot.com/2011/12/dumb-luck.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2905163255834734411.post-8554802993117026384Fri, 02 Dec 2011 04:31:00 +00002011-12-02T12:39:00.504-05:00Flash FictionPhotos “Mommy! Come look.” “It’s late. You should to be asleep.” “My friend came to play.” “What friend?” “The moonbeam.” “Dear heart, it came to say goodnight now it’s finished playing hide-and-seek with the stars.” “Moonbeams play with stars?” “Sure do. Want to see?” They opened the drapes wide to watch the moon chase the stars. (one of my shots of this past March's Perigee Moon) http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/giDB/~3/PzzxY2uaD1M/night-watch.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (TALON)36<div class="feedflare"> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/giDB?a=PzzxY2uaD1M:-BS2j39MFqE:yIl2AUoC8zA"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/giDB?d=yIl2AUoC8zA" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/giDB?a=PzzxY2uaD1M:-BS2j39MFqE:dnMXMwOfBR0"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/giDB?d=dnMXMwOfBR0" border="0"></img></a> </div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/giDB/~4/PzzxY2uaD1M" height="1" width="1"/>http://talonted.blogspot.com/2011/12/night-watch.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2905163255834734411.post-7293088915383462232Tue, 20 Sep 2011 04:52:00 +00002011-09-20T00:52:07.404-04:00 While I was watching tangled grasses of late summer toss straw-colored heads in a charming wind... the season changed I didn’t notice the fallen apples in a jumbled pile of sweet bruised beauty or the smoke-hint chasing the breeze tainting the innocent blue sky with grey smudges of autumn’s breath... I ignored the wild sumac’s scarlet leaves stained the color of persimmon lips http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/giDB/~3/CoSW_MJDNMU/fire-and-roses.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (TALON)56<div class="feedflare"> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/giDB?a=CoSW_MJDNMU:rkeKq0wtEQs:yIl2AUoC8zA"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/giDB?d=yIl2AUoC8zA" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/giDB?a=CoSW_MJDNMU:rkeKq0wtEQs:dnMXMwOfBR0"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/giDB?d=dnMXMwOfBR0" border="0"></img></a> </div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/giDB/~4/CoSW_MJDNMU" height="1" width="1"/>http://talonted.blogspot.com/2011/09/fire-and-roses.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2905163255834734411.post-6381860801930011620Fri, 02 Sep 2011 01:59:00 +00002011-09-01T21:59:38.340-04:00FriendsRemembranceNaturallyFlash FictionInevitableStripeyResiliencePhotos The factory closed with little fanfare in the local press—just a blurb on page seven next to an ad for a work boot sale. Initially, the building felt abandoned. Later, it felt like a ghost residence. Then nature started to a reassert her claim, wrapping the place in her green arms and squeezing tight. A Friday Flash Fiction for the G-Man... ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/giDB/~3/i1bEFx2sCVk/reclamation.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (TALON)40<div class="feedflare"> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/giDB?a=i1bEFx2sCVk:tCxD4Zuvvyg:yIl2AUoC8zA"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/giDB?d=yIl2AUoC8zA" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/giDB?a=i1bEFx2sCVk:tCxD4Zuvvyg:dnMXMwOfBR0"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/giDB?d=dnMXMwOfBR0" border="0"></img></a> </div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/giDB/~4/i1bEFx2sCVk" height="1" width="1"/>http://talonted.blogspot.com/2011/09/reclamation.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2905163255834734411.post-522001212961193203Thu, 01 Sep 2011 01:58:00 +00002011-08-31T21:58:50.509-04:00FriendsDelicious (for finches)confessionPhotosGoldfinch, I've been buried in my work. I apologize for not getting around as usual to your blogs... http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/giDB/~3/OzbHqDzIvlc/just-like-this.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (TALON)22<div class="feedflare"> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/giDB?a=OzbHqDzIvlc:byNazU0HpD0:yIl2AUoC8zA"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/giDB?d=yIl2AUoC8zA" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/giDB?a=OzbHqDzIvlc:byNazU0HpD0:dnMXMwOfBR0"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/giDB?d=dnMXMwOfBR0" border="0"></img></a> </div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/giDB/~4/OzbHqDzIvlc" height="1" width="1"/>http://talonted.blogspot.com/2011/08/just-like-this.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2905163255834734411.post-4189791728528940299Fri, 26 Aug 2011 14:20:00 +00002011-08-26T10:20:57.500-04:00Flash FictionPhotos A fatal wound. Regardless of intention, the end result was an un-pretty demise. Some argued the death had occurred long before the final jab, others argued that it wasn’t so—life had been there still. Hope kept many things alive that might have perished. What is life without hope? The question is rhetorical, of course. A Friday Flash Fiction 55 for the G-Man... http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/giDB/~3/Gf78d9iNZIM/impaled.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (TALON)23<div class="feedflare"> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/giDB?a=Gf78d9iNZIM:ukgKrgdbM1A:yIl2AUoC8zA"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/giDB?d=yIl2AUoC8zA" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/giDB?a=Gf78d9iNZIM:ukgKrgdbM1A:dnMXMwOfBR0"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/giDB?d=dnMXMwOfBR0" border="0"></img></a> </div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/giDB/~4/Gf78d9iNZIM" height="1" width="1"/>http://talonted.blogspot.com/2011/08/impaled.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2905163255834734411.post-9045929213847521995Sun, 21 Aug 2011 16:12:00 +00002011-08-21T12:42:19.208-04:00NaturallyNatural PoetryDeliciousPhotos http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/giDB/~3/oFjL82-LJxg/tranquillity.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (TALON)29<div class="feedflare"> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/giDB?a=oFjL82-LJxg:XgkPXvq9JMA:yIl2AUoC8zA"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/giDB?d=yIl2AUoC8zA" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/giDB?a=oFjL82-LJxg:XgkPXvq9JMA:dnMXMwOfBR0"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/giDB?d=dnMXMwOfBR0" border="0"></img></a> </div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/giDB/~4/oFjL82-LJxg" height="1" width="1"/>http://talonted.blogspot.com/2011/08/tranquillity.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2905163255834734411.post-5039844312230884764Fri, 19 Aug 2011 02:27:00 +00002011-08-18T22:27:30.022-04:00FriendsFlash FictionPoetry in motionNature observations...AmazingResiliencePhotos Not a phoenix rising from the ashes—being on the river and all. But up it went.  To the ancients, the blue heron was a sign of wisdom, self-reliance, and self-determination; a reminder that massive pillars weren’t necessary to stand on one’s own. Truly, though, the meaning evaporated in the sheer beauty of the moment. (Header shot and heron shot taken on a recent canoe trip...) A http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/giDB/~3/vsdMo7Bfjpo/rising.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (TALON)36<div class="feedflare"> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/giDB?a=vsdMo7Bfjpo:ZCKEYVuNl6A:yIl2AUoC8zA"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/giDB?d=yIl2AUoC8zA" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/giDB?a=vsdMo7Bfjpo:ZCKEYVuNl6A:dnMXMwOfBR0"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/giDB?d=dnMXMwOfBR0" border="0"></img></a> </div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/giDB/~4/vsdMo7Bfjpo" height="1" width="1"/>http://talonted.blogspot.com/2011/08/rising.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2905163255834734411.post-1969341015750895991Wed, 17 Aug 2011 04:27:00 +00002011-08-17T00:27:11.074-04:00 We hear the whispers in the ruin telling each other it’s wind through leaves (avoiding eye contact because wind is non-existent this sweet day) Shy noon shadows play peek-a-boo through phantom windows we hear the sighs (wistful) the weeping (heartbreaking) our eyes meet we share an intake of quickened breath release it softly afraid of what we might hear next Ghosts have http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/giDB/~3/9CNKGAEcO_Y/whispers-and-wildflowers.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (TALON)26<div class="feedflare"> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/giDB?a=9CNKGAEcO_Y:SyGRWAn3dV8:yIl2AUoC8zA"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/giDB?d=yIl2AUoC8zA" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/giDB?a=9CNKGAEcO_Y:SyGRWAn3dV8:dnMXMwOfBR0"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/giDB?d=dnMXMwOfBR0" border="0"></img></a> </div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/giDB/~4/9CNKGAEcO_Y" height="1" width="1"/>http://talonted.blogspot.com/2011/08/whispers-and-wildflowers.html