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- Eggs Over Tokyo - : Breathless
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Eggs Over Tokyo -. Contact the Author: rdlbarton@netscape.net. Ron Lavalette's work has appeared in these fine publications:. Friday, July 17, 2015. Your One Phone Call. There is neither edge nor precipice;. Nor slide, nor knowable fall. There is only bottom. Lack makes itself known. Abruptly, not losing or loss. There is only nothing, suddenly. There is neither flight nor flying. Nor slipping away into airlessness;. There is no drag or drain, no. Low warning, no looming alarm. View my complete profile.
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Thursday Thirteen | Scrambled, Not Fried
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Scrambled, Not Fried. August 6, 2015. 13 Little-Known Medical Specialists. 8212;— ——. Lots more cool lists at the. 8212;———— —————. I Got Worms In My Ears →. 9 thoughts on “ Thursday Thirteen. August 6, 2015 at 7:26 am. Thanks for my Thursday thirteen smile, Ron! August 6, 2015 at 9:04 am. That’s a real mind bender! August 6, 2015 at 9:25 am. Funny I’ll be visiting the tooth-skinner soon. August 6, 2015 at 10:27 am. These are great. None of my responses are appropriate though. August 6, 2015 at 12:29 pm.
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Six Word Saturday | Scrambled, Not Fried
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Scrambled, Not Fried. August 1, 2015. Once Again, Ron.’s In Deep Water. Issue #5 of Deep Water Literary Journal. Will be published early next week and I’m very happy that my poem,. Will be included. It’s a dark poem for a journal that generally features just exactly that kind of work. This will be my second appearance in DWLJ. They published my poem. Did I mention ‘dark’? Late last year. I’m sure. A poem about one of my former loves—a blackout Cuervo addict—will fit right in. 8212;— ——. August 1, 2015 at...
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Toward Sunset | Scrambled, Not Fried
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Scrambled, Not Fried. July 23, 2015. 8230;……. Http:/ www.birdandbread.com/2009/08/07/for-the-birds/. Elt on telephone wires. Drip sweet and musical. To the hot sticky tar below. A Chorus Of Blue Sky and Bumper Sticker. Six Word Saturday →. 5 thoughts on “ Toward Sunset. July 24, 2015 at 9:22 am. Http:/ vivinfrance.wordpress.com. I specially love the last line! July 24, 2015 at 10:51 am. July 25, 2015 at 8:12 am. I can feel the heat, Ron! Like the image too 🙂. July 27, 2015 at 9:28 pm. Drink In The Ink.
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Meet The Minions | Scrambled, Not Fried
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Scrambled, Not Fried. Blog would not be possible without the tireless efforts of Ron…. 8230;and his minions:. Ron has no idea who these other people are, but they’re willing to work diligently, late into the night, without demanding any pay.). 19 thoughts on “ Meet The Minions. October 22, 2011 at 12:14 am. Mine, as yet, remain invisible — or maybe they’re just shy. October 24, 2011 at 1:13 am. Hey, what’s your blog title from? October 24, 2011 at 4:24 am. October 26, 2011 at 7:31 am. Don’t know if...
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06 | August | 2015 | Scrambled, Not Fried
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Scrambled, Not Fried. Daily Archives: August 6, 2015. August 6, 2015. 13 Little-Known Medical Specialists. 8212;— ——. Lots more cool lists at the. 8212;———— —————. Ron’s Published Work Is Here:. The Name Says It All. Ron Is Not For Sale:. Drink In The Ink. Afraid Of The Dark. Box o' Ducks. Confessions of a Laundry Goddess. Echoes from the silence. From The Laundry Room. Return Of The Slacker. The rain in my purse. Join 216 other followers. Blog at WordPress.com. Scrambled, Not Fried.
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Day Planner | Scrambled, Not Fried
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Scrambled, Not Fried. July 28, 2015. Behind the bar at Positive Pie,. Large decanters display citrus. Vodka, jalapeno tequila, and. Vanilla bourbon. None of the. Give them a second look. It’s almost the end of July. Let out at long last from. Summer school, an hour’s drive. From home, and with no one. Waiting there to celebrate. His return, he stops in for. A couple slices of pepperoni. And a Switchback or two (or. Three) to wash them down. It’s cool inside and dark, and. Even at the bar’s quieter end.
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03 | August | 2015 | Scrambled, Not Fried
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Scrambled, Not Fried. Daily Archives: August 3, 2015. August 3, 2015. Sometimes, love does. Conquer all…just ask Orpheus. I’ve been there, too:. Deep Water Literary Journal, Edition 5). Ron’s Published Work Is Here:. The Name Says It All. Ron Is Not For Sale:. Drink In The Ink. Afraid Of The Dark. Box o' Ducks. Confessions of a Laundry Goddess. Echoes from the silence. From The Laundry Room. Return Of The Slacker. The rain in my purse. Join 216 other followers. Blog at WordPress.com. Scrambled, Not Fried.
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- Eggs Over Tokyo - : Landscape Triptych
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Eggs Over Tokyo -. Contact the Author: rdlbarton@netscape.net. Ron Lavalette's work has appeared in these fine publications:. Saturday, December 20, 2014. Part 1 previously published (April 00) at New Works Review-. Wheeled glossy-wing'd and black. Corvus Cornix, Corvus Corax. To Home in golden Tamarack. This cold day in space and sad. When the sun goes down these hills. Merge here wood and water. Inland, hillbound streams. Along the forested seaboard;. Merge green and grey the conifer. Going, and nowhere.
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- Eggs Over Tokyo - : Chase
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Eggs Over Tokyo -. Contact the Author: rdlbarton@netscape.net. Ron Lavalette's work has appeared in these fine publications:. Friday, March 06, 2015. The old man scoops another. Thin scrape of riverbank, dips. The rim to drown the till,. Swirls the pan. Part of the dig. Slips over the edge with every. Circle. The murky water clears. Sandy granite. Schist. A glint. Of mica. The man looks up. The sun is gold in a blue sky. The man sits still, resigned. He sighs; scoops; swirls; spills. Scambled, Not Fried.
