Flying and lying

Since it's National Poetry Month I'm going to continue to haiku you.

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wind-tossed leaves whirl,

dancing golden pirouettes

across the sky

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I'm also passing along an award that specifies I should make up great, big, honkin' stories about my blogmates.

The Soulmates award was bestowed upon me by Liza Carens Salerno, who claims on her blog that I once saved a mermaid. Wouldn't that be tale to tell around the beach bonfire? Almost as tall as the one about the surfer who was lifted up by a whale--and that was verified by onlookers!

You may discover the evolution of this award at Christi Goddard's A Torch in the Tempest .

To pass this on I must weave some new folklore for you.

Yvonne Osborne tracks the Far North for litterbugs. When she catches one, she makes him/her sift the sands of time or write flash fiction, which ever.

Terresa Wellborn moonlights at the British Library. The daily transatlantic commute is part of her Streaking for Books campaign, which includes open-mic poetry jam during flight.

Elana Johnson has cloned herself. It is useful for plot development, as well as juggling teaching, parenting, blogging. She is writing an e-book about her do-it-yourself cloning method.

Wen Prior has built the world's largest door to keep the ocean out. She has a patent pending. But it it doesn't work out, she'll write a song about it.

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As always, do not feel obligated to play--only if it's fun. That's all I've got, folks. Keep smiling.