Semi-Daily Scribbles

Six ideas sit on the tip of each blade of my candy apple pinwheel. The contraption, constructed of misty visions and concrete poured by a previous owner, is designed to delight the masses for a ha'penny and a song. The wily spinner will swallow your golden goose, stuffed with holly and bonfire, if you forget to time your contractions. Double action. A story is born! Watch these words wind up for the pitch. Release. Rotors slice the air with the greatest of ease. We are lifted out of despair. And all in one piece.