I have noticed that a particular word often invokes a whole scene. That scene could be from childhood or from a different period in my life. Stripes I see stripes everywhere. Rain running down a window pane, shadows elongating in a courtyard. Streams of water running down high mountains as in Pikes Peak High and […]
2020 Masks days of yoreon the radiothat masked manfollowed by the thunder of hoof beats. now, no hoof beatsthumping heart beatshiding behind that paper maskthat medical grade surgical maskor that piece of fashion mask Are we inan annual, biennial or dreaded perennial mask year mask as a disguiseplayful or sinisterintention is preventionhiding dropletsto protect others
Anchor ball. Belted ball. Cinch ball. Dunked ball. Elevated ball. Foul ball. Ground ball. High Ball. Eye ball. Jumping ball. Kept ball. Loosing ball. Mushroom ball. No ball. Out ball. Passing ball. Que ball. Ruffled ball. Snow ball. Tennis ball. Upper ball. Vicious ball. Winning ball. X ball. Yucky ball. Zee ball.
Charles Bridge, Prague Black Prague Black, black, black. How can I see when it is all black? Where am I? My eyes are open but I cannot see. My fingers reach beside me. It is gritty, ropy, some kind of texture. The smell of must pervades the air. I was sleeping but there is no
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THE RED SWEATER TWIST Why do I feel these fingers pulling at me? Why are needles pushing at my strands? Who is doing this to me and why? I was just lying curled around myself like a slinking snake in a basket filled with slinking strand creatures like myself in blue, green, purple, black, brown,
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Oh, it has fallen right in that pile of wet leaves. It’s fragments of some old paper. Maybe tissue paper. Whose is it? Wait, it is a letter from Christmas past. No, that is not possible. Pasts don’t write letters. But letters write pasts. Some of the words are obliterated. . . . It looks
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Sometimes you feel you have lost something really important in your life but in the end it provided the motivation to change. I remember a time in my life when I had moved to Honolulu to be with a new partner. “The man” and I had met the previous year and he had made several
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My grandmother and her two sisters lived in the small town of Beulah, Colorado. Nora Annie England Challinor Thomson was an intellectual, talented woman who was always positive. She had a deep sense of caring for all people. My grandmother was dignified, had a keen interest in history, played the piano and loved to
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Free write. Free, right? Is that really free? I don’t have to pay for it. Wow. Is that the rite of free. Free what? Freedom, now that is a good concept. We all don’t have it but aspire to it. Write, right, rite. Is it a rite to write? If it is whatever comes to
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