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In Response To You: I can remember
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In Response To You. This is a daily exploration of creative energy. We post every other day "in response" to each other. Tuesday, October 28, 2014. I can remember when there seemed to be an order to things. If I did this, then this would happen. I I did not do this, then this would not happen. Order was a Joke. Order is no More. Life is happening in crinkly bits. That make no sense. My soul has flown the coop. And left me bereft for my self. Realizing there are no mistakes,. Everything but the girl.
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In Response To You: Murmuration
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In Response To You. This is a daily exploration of creative energy. We post every other day "in response" to each other. Sunday, October 26, 2014. I take a breath of the cool air. Let it out to join the ocean of molecules. That surround this day. My thoughts rise up like. Birds up from the weeds. Thousands of birds rise and. A great black whale of the sky. Which turns and swallows itself. Then up and over. A giant mushroom cloud. The birds turn as one to form. A question mark before. In response to you.
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In Response To You: The Apron
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In Response To You. This is a daily exploration of creative energy. We post every other day "in response" to each other. Friday, May 9, 2014. I asked Mr. Google. If he knew her. If he remembered her. I’m sorry he said. Maybe if she had. Or she was the mother of. Then I think there would. Be a line around here somewhere. Turning away I wanted to say. The smell of soap and cooking. Imbedded deep in her apron. As I grabbed on. To steady my feet. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). The Stories We Tell.
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In Response To You: Betty Grable Legs
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In Response To You. This is a daily exploration of creative energy. We post every other day "in response" to each other. Thursday, December 1, 2011. Sacha Tillier limps out of the trailer. Her neck is stuck in gear and she cant seem to remember which one, high or low. Her back aches and she knows her child sized bed will only hold up so long. In the dark of last night the sounds had scared her but when the apparitions appeared she closed her eyes and said, yes I am home. God wants me here.
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In Response To You: Ballast
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In Response To You. This is a daily exploration of creative energy. We post every other day "in response" to each other. Monday, July 14, 2014. The boat chugged slowly. Cutting through choppy waves. On its way to the harbor. Sat on the cliffs and watched. As if waiting for some dreaded event. The boat waddled low in the water. It would not clear the bar. The sailors were throwing. Heavy sisal bags over the side. Ballast to lighten the load. Whatever it was the gulls just hissed. Everything but the girl.
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In Response To You: Gothica
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In Response To You. This is a daily exploration of creative energy. We post every other day "in response" to each other. Friday, January 8, 2016. I bought this house in 1958. Straight outa the army. With a VA loan. The single pane windows. Original tar and gravel roof. You people with your. And fancy heating systems. Wear layers I tell ya, layers. Why I can remember when. As she laid her velvet gin soaked. Fingers across his chapped lips. As she led his hollowed body. Down the dark sweaty hallway. Spirit...
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In Response To You: New Years Walk
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In Response To You. This is a daily exploration of creative energy. We post every other day "in response" to each other. Friday, January 2, 2015. He has a sure and steady stride. Like one I used to Love. More like a lope really. A slow giddy-up kind of walk. A Knowing is his gait. And a place of purpose to go to. Its all purpose;. The dark blue jeans. The mirrored sun glasses. He is moving through this parking lot. Like he owns it. My gaze lingers too long. He turns around to see me. In response to you.
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In Response To You: Raynaud's Phenomenon
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In Response To You. This is a daily exploration of creative energy. We post every other day "in response" to each other. Thursday, January 2, 2014. With one small word. All the goodness had been wrung out of the day. Her secret silver hair now covered in hennas of tobacco brown. And at other times natural brown or natures brown. Black or very black. Now hung lank and languid over the computer terminal. Scratching at the keyboard. Searching Google for the meaning of life. He walks by and coughs. Tru Dillo...
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In Response To You: Percussion
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In Response To You. This is a daily exploration of creative energy. We post every other day "in response" to each other. Saturday, May 17, 2014. She is the Percussion. Come to rattle yer cage. Ha Ha no one is safe. Come to rattle yer cage. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). 160; These two sides exist encased in each other Dont ever take one more serious than the other To always have a smile is false and bel. The Stories We Tell. Everything but the girl. Ghost over your shoulder. In response to you.
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In Response To You: Faith
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In Response To You. This is a daily exploration of creative energy. We post every other day "in response" to each other. Monday, June 9, 2014. For my Friend Brian. Faith is the Ballast. Caricature of Lola Montez's departure for America. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). 160; These two sides exist encased in each other Dont ever take one more serious than the other To always have a smile is false and bel. Everything but the girl. Ghost over your shoulder. In response to you. Kindness in a glance.
