It was our job To carry it to the verandah On Tuesdays, Thursdays and Saturdays- the other days she would wet her hair sprinkling few

Following my heart, Daring to dream, Living without regrets
It was our job To carry it to the verandah On Tuesdays, Thursdays and Saturdays- the other days she would wet her hair sprinkling few
Did these watercolor paintings based on pictures on Pinterest under the series Lockdown Diaries – Art – Places I wish to go The last time
And now for our (optional) prompt. Today, I’d like to challenge you to write a poem in the form of a review. But not a
Today’s prompt (optional, as always) is another one from the archives, first suggested to us by long-time Na/GloPoWriMo participant Vince Gotera. It’s the hay(na)ku). Created by
Our prompt for the day (optional as always) asks you to peruse the work of one or more of these twitter bots, and use a