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Avenue | Pens and Needles
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July 27, 2016. July 24, 2016. The main street bathed in neon lights,. Long lines of red, yellow, and green. Reflecting off white, black, silver cars. With windows shadowed in the night,. Headlights boring holes in the darkness. The main street bathed in silence,. Broken here and there with a shout. Or car horn, freight train or drunken laugh. Echoing for a moment across the paved valley,. Bouncing off the hills and dissolving in the river. The main street bathed in ragged glamour,. What do you think?
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Hannah Allman Kennedy | Pens and Needles
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Author: Hannah Allman Kennedy. A Rare Warm Day in Winter. February 24, 2017. February 23, 2017. It was a beautiful day, dry, with a clear blue sky and brown lump hills stuck through with toothpick trees. But then, you know, I’d hate to live in a place too flat. It’d be so boring. January 18, 2017. January 18, 2017. I come from a family of dreamers. And no, that’s not a cute thing. Dreamers. We have weird, psychologically deep, physically exhausting dreams. I have recurring dreams. They play like vide...
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Syrup and Pancakes | Pens and Needles
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August 10, 2016. August 6, 2016. 8220;Syrup and pancakes again? 8220;Of course. What else would it be? 8220;But I’m tired of syrup and pancakes.”. 8220;It fills you up, though. If don’t eat syrup and pancakes, you won’t get fed.”. 8220;I feel sick.”. 8220;That’s your fault, not the syrup and pancakes. Take a nap or something.”. 8220;I need water.”. 8220;There’s water in the pancakes.”. 8220;Can I have a salad? 8220;Nope.”. 8220;Tough. This is what food is.”. 8220;How dare you! They’re out of touch! 8220;...
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Best Friends | Pens and Needles
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January 9, 2017. January 8, 2017. Are those who dig underground. When you’ve been buried. And build a kite. When you’re flying. Are those who teach you. How to rejoice in the rain. And to see the warmth. Are those who weasel through the forests. Grown around your heart. And meet you in the middle. And say “What a coincidence; I live here too! In My Dreams →. What do you think? I'd love to hear from you! Enter your comment here. Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:. This Blog is dedicate...
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A Confession of Feelings | Pens and Needles
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A Confession of Feelings. July 13, 2016. I’ve spent most of the past few months being really angry. It started with some family crap, and finished with some church crap, and neither crap really needs to be explored here. All the crap is more or less being resolved. God has a way of making crap beautiful. Kudos to Him; it’s hard work working with crap. I came across the tail end of 2 Peter 3 the other day. One verse stuck out like one of those horrible jumping cactus needles that lies in wait like a b...
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The Flock | Pens and Needles
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September 14, 2016. September 11, 2016. I saw it when I was tired and pained,. Trudging up the hill in the soupy air. It was a little cloud, shimmering,. Against the opal sky. It flew across the valley and doubled back,. Changing color with the morning light. A dozen little feathered diamonds against the opal sky. I smiled like a child who’s just found a silver dollar,. Shimmering with the changing light. I’d seen a similar thing before,. In the old world, in the city of seven hills,. Sing Anyway →.
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Pens and Needles | Hannah Allman Kennedy | Page 2
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August 3, 2016. August 2, 2016. I can still remember the taste of Lever 2000 soap on my tongue. Soft at first, almost creamy. Then turning into an awful aftertaste of bitterness that wouldn’t go away even after multiple rinsings. I was probably five or six, sent to the bathroom to nibble on the end of a bar of soap after saying a bad word I don’t now recall. 8220;Ah, this is good to wash out mouths with! 8221; he said, laughing. Then I got older, and found myself initially shocked at all the colorful wor...
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Adding Hours | Pens and Needles
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August 31, 2016. August 31, 2016. It was about a year ago. It had been a particularly stressful few weeks, with school, work, and extracurricular activities added to being newly married and some family/church crap. And then I had a sudden thought. “This is a panic attack,” I said through jagged breaths. 8221; Alex asked. I couldn’t help but laugh a little, which helped me calm down. Of course, you dummy. I thought to myself. Why haven’t you realized it before? My detox stage is ongoing.). I keep thinking...
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Sing Anyway | Pens and Needles
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January 2, 2017. January 1, 2017. According to the people in my social media feeds, which is always a reliable source of information, the new year is a good thing because last year was apparently terrible. My writing dropped off the face of the internet’s earth for a while, and that’s okay. Because the internet’s earth isn’t all of earth, and sometimes it’s good to keep secrets from it. Last year around this time I made the “ writelution. 8221; (geez, I already feel like I’ve matured in a year) to. I use...
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Night Walks | Pens and Needles
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September 7, 2016. September 7, 2016. It’s a little game I play with myself. I got for walks every night around ten, when the streets are quiet and the night breathes with the life hiding behind solid walls and glowing windows. I like the night. I can stroll and muse. I can take my time without anyone thinking I’m odd for standing in the middle of the street, absorbing the sleeping world. I feel guilty asking my Father to keep me safe, yet terrified that He might not. Then I remember the bravery and peac...