Today’s 365 “Carry it to me in whatever you can find”

Old milk canister from Bonnie Springs, Red Rock Canyon NV.

It struck me as oddly romantic if the love of your life carried your heart in whatever they could find. As long as they kept it safe, yeah?

Today’s 365 “There’s always my way.”

Your cadaverous parlour, betrays an aura of foreboding, almost as though you sense a disquieting metamorphosis. Is this Haunted room actually stretching? Or is it your imagination, hmm?? And consider this dismaying observation, this chamber had no windows, and no doors.

Which offers you this chilling challenge, to find A WAY OUT!


Of course, there’s always my way…

Today’s 365 “Dust to dust”

Is there a Death? Pale forms of men
To formless clay resolve again;
Sarcophagus of graven stone,
Nor solitary grave, unknown,
Mausoleum, or funeral urn,
No answer to our cries return;
Nor silent lips disclose their trust;
“Ashes to ashes, dust to dust!”

From the poem “Ashes To Ashes, Dust To Dust” by Alfred Castner King