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More street art: "Remember"

Photo: "What Lies Ahead" This week's song: "Let The Day Begin" by The Call

Aspa Tame - Another Winter Wonderland (Aspa Tame is a fictional pop star that I created. I write song lyrics and use AI to develop musical arrangements.) https://youtu.be/x8T7ueaPKU4?si=FcIWrEZSjwf6w878

Farmer's Cheese Blintzes with Cherry Compote & Goat Cheese

I loved how the clouds in the sky looked like they were part of the art work.

The Sentinel… owl on a branch with crescent moon in the background.

Neon Glow Titanic Poster recreated on Procreate

Springy colors spun during a winter storm

Oh, Canada Innocuous mass above our heads, Giant kitten sleeping on my pillow Protecting me from dread. My Mother left New Brunswick at five; But to hear her, you would think She had lived there all her life. An escape plan for Handmaids, And me. Atwood’s Eden, and my Great grandmother’s brownstone On Germaine. White deer at Fundy Park an allure, a promise. You are not our enemy To the north, but half of me. My heart pulled apart like a sinewed Stone. Anatomized and clever. M

Be Mine

Vegan Wacky Cupcakes with Cocoa-dusted Vanilla Frosting This week's creative endeavor comes in edible form: Cupcakes for my coworker's birthday. This moist chocolate cake is known as wacky cake, depression cake, crazy cake, or war cake. (I even had an aunt who called it poor man's cake.) Regardless of which name you use, it is a recipe that does not require eggs or dairy, which is why it was popular during the Great Depression when those items were in short supply. Consideri

"Mr. Muffin Rides" (featuring Theodore T. Rex)

“BattleMort GalRicktica” Mash-up of Battlestar Galactica and Rick and Morty, drawn on Procreate.

Another Poem about Breaking Up Inspired by M. A.’s “Circle Game” Dance around this circle game; [not the drain, not yet] Rings around rosies, everybody Knows, is a song about death. Threat inspires vaccinations, But, there is none in our inventory For this heartache. Yet. Every February 14th just throwing The meltdown into your beautiful Face. Paper hearts, doilies, tiny cards. So gross. [Rip this beating tissue out of my weak-boned chest.] Tear it up, man. Sprinkle The piece

Winter afternoon etchings

Ice, Ice, Baby