Funnel Trouble

blueflowerWallie and I thought we had this blog thing under control until we hit the Daily Post Prompt “Funnel.” On a ten o’ clock morning that feels like 2 above freezing, we decided that, while we have not quite reversed our affection for the cold, we have funnelized it.

To the Winter Cold

My love for you was wide at top
I never thought that it would stop;
It hasn’t stopped, but more refined
Is much more narrow in my mind.

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Welcome New Year — 2018


A Happy New Year from “Wallie’s Wentletrap!”

New Year

We wait upon the next New Year
But we are far from new, my dear;
There is reflection in your gaze
That lingers on the dimming days
Likewise a line that thins your cheek
And marks the weary way of weeks—
The minutes making months and whiles,
The seasons changing changeless miles;
Familiar hand gone somewhat thin
The stubble roughness on your chin—
No resolution you would make
Except for one—and for your sake—

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ET Hospitality


Well, Wallie and I couldn’t think of anything more extravagant than a warm welcome aboard an alien spaceship. So, as prompted–


‘Welcome, and all aboard! Welcome to the first ever inter-planetary light-speed multidimensional transcendental comprehensive anti-matter spacecraft available for lease! Posi-matter can be used on demand if preferred, but there is more of a smell to it, though the mileage is vastly improved. Accommodations are modest but comfortable, guaranteed with—’

‘Shut it,’ said the commander. ‘You’re the alien?’

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Cooking Up Fairies


When Wallie and I read today’s “Daily Prompt” the first thing I did was put Wallie in the kitchen with a plate of cookies and tell him to behave. If there is one thing Wallie is, it is not self-deprecating. He has a very high opinion of himself.

It can be awkward to share one’s strengths if you are insecure. Some people like to keep their cards hidden. I follow this line, preferring to show the product of my talent and see what others think without praising it myself. After all, it would be terribly awkward if you professed yourself the greatest poet who ever lived and then wrote, I don’t know:

“Tee-hee,” quoth she, and we were shot:

These classics without classic thought!

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How to Fail the GRE and Enjoy the Fall


We confess.  We are poor students and it’s mostly Wallie’s fault.  A few summers ago when I was studying for that hideous demon of all tests, that HORROR of my existence, my little Impish friend had the best ideas for making study fun.  To bolster our vocabulary, instead of reading we wrote a series of short scenes using words from our GRE study list.  We drew pictures to visualize the–vocabulary.

To be fair, it was not the Verbal we failed.

One of our favorite fictions from this time of sweat and tears, frequently reread, involves two characters from the show and film “Dark Shadows.”  How and why is little David forced to hide in Barnabas’s coffin-room?  Good question.  There are other questions, too.  The answers I leave to your imagination.

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Salazar Slytherin


It’s a rare idea that can inspire a great deal of art in others. Sometimes (just sometimes) the inspired art takes its subject to a whole new level. J. K. Rowling’s magical world in the Harry Potter series is a sandbox for the imagination, and artists and writers alike have done fabulous work illuminating the dark corners of her fantasy.

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Eight Arms and Six Eyes


Yesterday, the Imp and I read a most provocative post prompt. The “Brand New You, Effective Tomorrow,” was very interesting to me—I have a secret itch to be the hula hoop artist in Cirque du Soleil—but Wallie was indignant. He couldn’t think of anyone he would rather be.

He told my friend in Impish (the language of the Imps) that he wouldn’t be anyone with less than eight arms and six eyes. I don’t know why he didn’t throw in two heads. But he was very adamant, and that was that.

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