Observation #10, 10/30: All Hallows Up North

It’s a gusting, blustering day in the Pacific Northwest with plenty of threat of rain: here we worry about hooligans and druggies, kidnappers and thieves, punk rock kids in punk rock bands smashing pumpkins in homage. But somewhere up North, with a far-off cousin on a far-off frontier, the only worry is the wandering suburban moose, who stops for a squash-like snack at every door.

Trick or Treat.

An Exercise in Collage: Margaret and the Highwayman

So we worked in collage for our latest exercise. At first I was having a hard time figuring out how to go about it. Luckily, I remembered doing a found poetry prompt in high school Literary Arts with a good friend, and decided to start over, this time with scissors and glue. Points to anyone who can identify my sources. (Click to enlarge.)