The Grind

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Mocha Muse has its very own newspaper, The Grind. It may contain a quote, a poem, song lyrics, snippets of overheard conversation or fascinating facts about creativity/life. So, snuggle into the sofa, leather sofa in Home Interior unfold the paper and reach for your morning cup of coffee.

Here’s the fifth issue. . . just click on newspaper to enlarge, then continue to click until text is readable for you!

The Grind - (5-4-2015) Splendor in Pink

If you’re interested in making a submission to The Grind, the maximum word count is 160, so, this is a challenge in minimalism. Please visit the Contact Page for entry information. This is a great opportunity for publication, so, please don’t hesitate. It’s never too late to puncture the literary landscape!

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  1. Ha Ha! May I offer a counterpoint? Exotic color – maybe. Amazing agility – perhaps. Yet, I wonder if your fascination with flamingos is singular.. Here in Florida, they are seen as kitsch when on lawns, and considered ugly ducklings when viewed in the nesting areas at zoos or theme parks or as they glide across ponds. I don’t remember ever being a fan of their gawkiness, and became less so when new neighbors moved next door last May, and promptly painted their sedate beige house flamingo pink. Gaudy! But then again, house paint is not natural, and I agree nature created an interesting colorplate when she created the flamingo. When I think of such a colorful flock planted within your garden in the desert, I’m in agreement — what a fabulous juxtaposition of beauties.

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    • Oh, have a wild heart, my dear Floridian!! I first fell in love with the pink ladies during my childhood in Florida, then doubled my love when I moved to the desert. I’ve had a pair or two of pink plastics in my gardens for twenty years, and, I must say: They are the only guaranteed color out here on the dusty range. And a pink house, well, it just needs its place. In a brown landscape, they look spectacular! If not the entire house, then the front door or the window and canali trim.
      When I bought my first house in Santa Fe, I painted the window edging and corbels three shades of pink. Then staked the girls in the front yard amid hundreds of non-indigenous flowers. The entire neighborhood came by to gawk in awe and appreciation during the years I lived there. We are a color-starved people!!
      A plus for plastic flocks: They are silent.
      Perfect companions for a creative spirit . . . !

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