Song of the Witches ~ William Shakespeare

(From Macbeth)

Double, double toil and trouble;
Fire burn and caldron bubble.
Fillet of a fenny snake,
In the caldron boil and bake;
Eye of newt and toe of frog,
Wool of bat and tongue of dog,
Adder’s fork and blind-worm’s sting,
Lizard’s leg and howlet’s wing,
For a charm of powerful trouble,
Like a hell-broth boil and bubble.

Double, double toil and trouble;
Fire burn and caldron bubble.
Cool it with a baboon’s blood,
Then the charm is firm and good.

Gif: Kitchen Ghosts

Hocus Pocus Month

“It’s all just a bunch of hocus pocus!”

(Max, Hocus Pocus)

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Throwback Thursdays: Vintage Halloween Store Ads — Halloween Haiku

These vintage ads prove stores have been cashing in on the Halloween craze since the 1920s.

Throwback Thursdays: Vintage Halloween Store Ads — Halloween Haiku

Nameless — The Three Minutes Blog

This is for the moments that formed into seasons, the days of grief that spilled into months This is for the days when you forgetthat darkness holds no water in your souland the deep end will not swallow you whole When your heart hangs by a threadAnd agony stands ten-feet tall, whisper: In this sea […]

Nameless — The Three Minutes Blog

Imagine Dragons ~ My Life

“I’m trying to be somebody else
I’m finding it hard to love myself
I’ve wanted to be somebody new
But that is impossible to do

I’m running out of my mind
Is this really my life?
I’m running out of time
Is this really my life? My life”

The Night Wind ~ Eugene Field

Have you ever heard the wind go “Yooooo”?
    ’Tis a pitiful sound to hear!
It seems to chill you through and through
    With a strange and speechless fear.
’Tis the voice of the night that broods outside
    When folks should be asleep,
And many and many’s the time I’ve cried
To the darkness brooding far and wide
    Over the land and the deep:
“Whom do you want, O lonely night,
    That you wail the long hours through?”
And the night would say in its ghostly way,

My mother told me long ago
    (When I was a little lad)
That when the night went wailing so,
    Somebody had been bad;
And then, when I was snug in bed,
    Whither I had been sent,
With the blankets pulled up round my head,
I’d think of what my mother’d said,
    And wonder what boy she meant!
And, “Who’s been bad today?” I’d ask
    Of the wind that hoarsely blew,
And the voice would say in its meaningful way,

That this was true I must allow —
    You’ll not believe it, though!
Yes, though I’m quite a model now,
    I was not always so.
And if you doubt what things I say,
    Suppose you make the test;
Suppose, when you’ve been bad some day
And up to bed are sent away
    From mother and the rest —
Suppose you ask, “Who has been bad?”
    And then you’ll hear what’s true,
For the wind will moan in its ruefulest tone:

Gif: Kitchen Ghosts

I Cannot Write!

By Dianne Moritz

I cannot write; not here, not there.
I cannot write most anywhere.
Would I? Could I? In a car?
I cannot, cannot in a car;
Not even in my corner bar.
Would I? Could I? On a train?
I cannot, cannot on a train;
Nor like Hemingway in Spain.
I cannot write.
I am not Seuss,
Beatrix Potter, or Mother Goose.
I cannot write.
I’m feeling blue.
Alas, this verse will have to do!

“Sometimes I write just for fun, but still dream of collecting my drabble in a book.” – the writer

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84 Year Old Street Pianist Natalie Trayling walks up to the piano and composes

Below is Natalie’s story of how she came to play the piano.

Chia seeds, kefir and sour cherry syrup — Cooking Without Limits

Chia seeds with kefir and sour cherry syrup One of the good things in life is good food. When I was a kid I never thought about bad food or good food. I ate everything we got because we did not have plenty of food. I was a student and I ate lots of potatoes […]

Chia seeds, kefir and sour cherry syrup — Cooking Without Limits