What can YOU say in six sentences?
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Robert McEvily said… Welcome Janice!
Posted on February 9, 2013 at 1:06pm 9 Comments 0 Favorites
To put everything in six sentences is not easy.
Very few can do it.
Too many use punctuation.
They make paragraphs of words.
What happened to the challenge?
To make it right, and pure?
Posted on January 11, 2013 at 5:15pm 7 Comments 0 Favorites
I see a dipper brimming with clear, cool water.
I taste a mouthful; ice cold well water.
It flows down my chin and wakes up the thirsty cells of my mouth, cooling my throat as I swallow.
I can feel it as it slides down inside of me, clear to my stomach.
It makes a swishing noise there and waits for another deep swallow to follow it.
Posted on June 16, 2012 at 2:53pm 1 Comment 0 Favorites
We passed a middle-aged woman sitting on a curb downtown, hunched over her bible; she rocked back and forth as she read the scriptures loudly to herself.
The woman was oblivious of everyone and everything around her.
As we walked by, her musty clothes wrapped the smell of the homeless around us; we hurried by.
On the Strip, a man lay motionless under some shrubs, we slowed down, "Is he breathing?"
"He's probably just passed out drunk, or on drugs," we hurried…
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In a small curio cabinet above the kitchen sink were small jars with contents from around the world, she didn't travel, but her friends did, and as she scrubbed the grimy dishes, she would study her neatly labeled collection.
The first two were jars of ashes, one contained ash from Mt. Vesuvius, brought home by a GI in 1944; the second held ashes from Mt. St. Helena, she imagined they also contained specks of the man who died in the blast because he refused to leave his…
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