Reanimated Lavender Granola Switchblade Nun rides again.

Tuesday, November 21, 2017


I had a rock-solid alibi
and a gift for doubletalk and not losing the thread.
I don't do that stuff.
I'd rather not (again.)
I'd rather die.
I'm the talking dead.

Then, your eyes.
Your hand.
My carefully crafted alibi gone,
turned to sand.

for quadrille #45.



  1. Love the pic of Paul and Jane Asher. Nope, I can't go for that, no, no can do. I can relate to the talking dead at one point in my life and all those alibis going down the drain.

  2. I like the idea of someone with their eyes turning a rock-solid alibi to sand.

  3. Even with the best/worst intentions... it only takes a glance

  4. Erosion, weathering, heat and pressure.
    They all lead to rock transformation. Maybe a little
    more heat and pressure in this case. One look.
    One touch. And its easy to forget a lot of things
    we said we would never do. Again.

  5. Even the strongest of things we create can crumble....under pressure or temptation.

  6. i like what you did with the prompt. rocked it. (again)

  7. I love the cadence of this, and the voice within.

  8. The ending, the turning to sand. Perfect.

  9. Life is so like this. Alibi's never worked for me, anyway. Love the way you twisted this one up, Shay.

  10. Alibis shrouded in lies turn to smoke. They always do. And people always forget.


Spirit, what do you wish to tell us?