50wordfiction.wordpress.com
Two Days Left | 50 Word Fiction
https://50wordfiction.wordpress.com/2009/11/05/two-days-left
November 5, 2009 at 6:39 am ( Grant. The sun set, turning the lowest clouds a marvelous pink and orange tinge. The sea lapped the shore lazily, bubbling over the sand and shells. Seagulls cried in the distance, and a breeze pulled at my loose shirt. I loved it here, so tranquil. Christmas-eve on a Thai beach. Peaceful. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:. Address never made public). Notify me of new comments via email.
50wordfiction.wordpress.com
The Mob | 50 Word Fiction
https://50wordfiction.wordpress.com/2010/02/16/the-mob
February 16, 2010 at 11:38 pm ( Monarch. The only one’s not governed by their rules are the dead. Running the streets with an iron fist. Ruthless, swift, their justice prevails. I won’t tell you who they are I fear my safety. How I miss high school. Ruled by the kids who were perceived to be cool. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:. Address never made public). You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. ( Log Out.
50wordfiction.wordpress.com
Happy-Meal | 50 Word Fiction
https://50wordfiction.wordpress.com/2009/10/26/happy-meal
October 26, 2009 at 5:47 pm ( Grant. Lord of the rings. In the microwave, the balding hermit watched the words appear on his ‘Happy-Meal’:. One Meal to rule them all, One Meal to find them,. One Meal to bring them all and in the darkness bind them. That was when he decided to stop eating fast-food, it was all too complicated. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:. Address never made public). Notify me of new comments via email.
wwwtenderthistles.blogspot.com
Tender Thistles: February 2007
http://wwwtenderthistles.blogspot.com/2007_02_01_archive.html
Paradox,Change,and Other Facts of Life. Tuesday, February 27, 2007. I wake up to the hum of traffic from. The freeways that loop and curve around everything in. Held my identity. I don’t recognize myself in the gaping buildings, the miles of land turned into junkyards, the markings on houses left by those looking for the dead . . . Links to this post. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). Southern California, United States. View my complete profile. Still Standing On Her Head. My Uncle Pepek's Journal.
wwwtenderthistles.blogspot.com
Tender Thistles: Morning Kitchen Thoughts
http://wwwtenderthistles.blogspot.com/2007/03/morning-kitchen-thoughts.html
Paradox,Change,and Other Facts of Life. Tuesday, March 27, 2007. More Sunday Scribblings here. How wonderful that you can again spend time with your sister doing 'stuff'. and the image inspired post (below this one) reminds me of my sister - she has that very same picture, a big one, framed and mounted on her kitchen wall! March 27, 2007 at 8:52 PM. What a beautiful and picturesque memory you've laid out there! March 28, 2007 at 4:47 AM. Sorry Kimberly but I think you got my cold front :). You've painted...
wwwtenderthistles.blogspot.com
Tender Thistles: September 2007
http://wwwtenderthistles.blogspot.com/2007_09_01_archive.html
Paradox,Change,and Other Facts of Life. Saturday, September 1, 2007. I haven't posted here since March - health and energy lacking for a time. It has been so long I doubt anyone has been around. But just in case - my husband and I are in the process of setting up a new blog at wordpress: Red Moon. Links to this post. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). Southern California, United States. THIS BLOG IS NO LONGER ACTIVE. YOU CAN FIND MY NEW BLOG AT: http:/ watercolorblues.wordpress.com/. View my complete profile.
wwwtenderthistles.blogspot.com
Tender Thistles: All This Murmuring
http://wwwtenderthistles.blogspot.com/2007/03/all-this-murmuring.html
Paradox,Change,and Other Facts of Life. Thursday, March 29, 2007. Image from "New Orleans Vodoun Tarot". I run into myself. Crawling out of a manhole. On a street in New Orleans. I tell myself,. The old man's dead,". But really - I think. He conjured a convenient senility. To disguise his secrets. I ask, "Do I know where the children are? And, "Did I bake the sweet potato pie for after the funeral? And, "By the way, what was I doing down there anyway? For ten days I've hung this Gris-Gris. This is soo so...
wwwtenderthistles.blogspot.com
Tender Thistles: January 2007
http://wwwtenderthistles.blogspot.com/2007_01_01_archive.html
Paradox,Change,and Other Facts of Life. Saturday, January 27, 2007. How To Begin Again. The morning has slipped by in good conversation with Paul, the kettle whistling for just one more cup of tea. After all these years I still feel the surprise and delight at ‘us’ – how unlikely our love is considering the hurly-burly each of our lives has been spun from. We are looking forward to this evening’s trip to the EcoVillage in. But I do agree with poet Eileen Myles. Links to this post. THIS BLOG IS NO LONGER ...
50wordfiction.wordpress.com
I Might Not Come Back | 50 Word Fiction
https://50wordfiction.wordpress.com/2009/11/03/i-might-not-come-back
I Might Not Come Back. November 3, 2009 at 4:50 am ( Grant. I thought you loved me! She screamed, but already I was out the door and across the garden. The looks the neighbours gave made me realise I hadn’t put my pants back on, but it was okay. It was a little unlikely that I would come back in a while. August 5, 2010 at 5:11 pm. First time here, and must say quite a wonderful experience so far. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:.
SOCIAL ENGAGEMENT