Wednesday, September 30, 2009
Hoard
His room reminded me of a magpie's hoard I stumbled across. Everything cheap and worthless and eye-catching. How could he even get through this mess?
Tuesday, September 29, 2009
Monday, September 28, 2009
Monday Misguidance
"Okay, I paid the twenty bucks. What do the cards say?"
-from The Writer's Book of Matches
-from The Writer's Book of Matches
Sunday, September 27, 2009
Sunday Funday
This was it. The last freaking straw. I couldn't live in this dump another day.
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Friday, September 25, 2009
Friday Funkday
When Ronnie got us backstage passes, I thought it was going to be the best night ever! I sure as hell didn't expect THIS!
Wednesday, September 23, 2009
Tuesday, September 22, 2009
Monday, September 21, 2009
Sunday, September 20, 2009
Friday, September 18, 2009
Friday Funkday
My mouth ran dry. "You don't think..." I stop and stare. "Cursed? You think this is cursed?"
Wednesday, September 16, 2009
House Painting
Susan was perched at the top of the ladder, using a tiny brush to get the edges. John had a wicked idea.
Tuesday, September 15, 2009
Monday, September 14, 2009
Monday Musings
If a metaphor
were sufficient,
I would think of mist today
as a silent woman...
- from The Mist by Lois Marie Harrod
were sufficient,
I would think of mist today
as a silent woman...
- from The Mist by Lois Marie Harrod
Sunday, September 13, 2009
Friday, September 11, 2009
Friday Funkday
I've always been afraid of water, not really the water, sinking and then drowning in it.
"Come on," she says. "Get in."
I stare at the small boat and swallow hard. And then I carefully take one foot off the dock.
"Come on," she says. "Get in."
I stare at the small boat and swallow hard. And then I carefully take one foot off the dock.
Wednesday, September 9, 2009
Tuesday, September 8, 2009
Monday, September 7, 2009
Monday Muse
...We never think about landmarks.
Or if we do
we want them to be
the way that waves are.
Distorting shape and form.
Always of interest.
- from Person With A Mask On by Rochelle Ratner
Or if we do
we want them to be
the way that waves are.
Distorting shape and form.
Always of interest.
- from Person With A Mask On by Rochelle Ratner
Sunday, September 6, 2009
Friday, September 4, 2009
Friday Funkday
My face was on fire as I stood there staring down at my sandals. It wasn't like I was completely unprepared for my first kiss--I just didn't expect it to happen like this.
Wednesday, September 2, 2009
Tuesday, September 1, 2009
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