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odd chick commented on Cita's blog post That moment"whew..... that was a fascinating and thrilling ride"
Jed Moorhouse commented on odd chick's blog post A Day of Work On A Day Of Rest"My Sunday house of worship is out at the ranch on the rim of Palo Duro Canyon. Somehow, whether out there for work or pleasure on a Sunday morning, I always feel closer to "God" than anywhere else. Very beautiful words you pen."
Jed Moorhouse commented on odd chick's blog post The Gracious Host"Powerful wordcraft going on here. Excellent piece!"
odd chick commented on Jed Moorhouse's blog post Flyjacked!!"You can't beat em, you might as well party with em!! This was really funny to me since I live in Dexter New Mexico and the back fence of our farm is a dairy. thanks for lightening me up a little!"
odd chick commented on Cita's blog post Ruby"i have been totally enthralled by these latest essays...unlike Ruby, they are a little jarring, but never monotonous."
Tess Dickenson commented on odd chick's blog post A Day of Work On A Day Of Rest""the sacred act of farming"
You've captured it beautifully."
Ty Bluesmith commented on odd chick's blog post A Day of Work On A Day Of Rest"i've lived a very citi-fied life. your post puts cool images in my mind. thanks."
Kathleen Gabriel commented on odd chick's blog post A Day of Work On A Day Of Rest"I can see the colors, clear as clear, and the offering made to the raptors by the yellow machine and the one who mows. Love these word pictures, the repetition and the lazy feel of the work. Working can be restful, as this work is to this character."
odd chick posted a blog postA Day of Work On A Day Of Rest
A hayfield was ready to cut so I jumped in my bright yellow Caterpillar cutter with its air-ride seat and began to mow over the beautiful Windsor green canopy of alfalfa that grows so thick the ground is no longer visible. The red-tail hawks soon joined me, along with the bald buzzards and large crows that followed my machine like seagulls following a a chartered fishing boat. It's Sunday, and it won't be a day of rest for me or traditional church, but I enjoy the blue sky as my painted Sistine…See More
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odd chick's eggs for Easter. i hope you're enjoying the holiday as much as I am!
Olive Rosehips left a comment for odd chick"Perhaps I exagerrate my Dexter experience...I was in NM and I have a son named Dexter and I drove to the sign of Dexter to have the lad pose for a shot. =) Then he wanted to drive around to see what Dexterians did. That was it.
When I'm being…"
odd chick left a comment for Olive Rosehips"You WENT to DEXTER!!! Do you have family here??Do you know my real name? you could have called me!! I was out of town for 4 days and as far as the writing, i've been a little dry, but I've been painting more....go figure- thanks for…"
Olive Rosehips left a comment for odd chick"Dear Odd Chick,
I went to Dexter NM over spring break and didn't see you once...I'm back here at 6s and you're still not around. Sure would be nice to see some writng on your page again =)"
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A Day of Work On A Day Of Rest
Posted on May 3, 2009 at 8:51pm 4 Comments 0 Favorites
A hayfield was ready to cut so I jumped in my bright yellow Caterpillar cutter with its air-ride seat and began to mow over the beautiful Windsor green canopy of alfalfa that grows so thick the ground is no longer visible. The red-tail hawks soon joined me, along with the bald buzzards and large crows that followed my machine like seagulls following a a chartered fishing boat. It's Sunday, and it won't be a day of rest for me or traditional church, but I enjoy the blue sky as my painted Sistine… Continue
The Gracious Host
Posted on March 8, 2009 at 7:00pm 10 Comments 0 Favorites
He climbed on to her back and took a firm hold.
She hardly knew when he began sucking the life blood from her as he was adept in this symbiotic relationship and could make his small incision as precisely as a skilled surgeon. She would find him now and then, and in her searching, run her tongue over the smooth contours of his body, and she liked that better than she hated the wound.
When her mother called she would ask about her parasite and the girl would always say that… Continue
She hardly knew when he began sucking the life blood from her as he was adept in this symbiotic relationship and could make his small incision as precisely as a skilled surgeon. She would find him now and then, and in her searching, run her tongue over the smooth contours of his body, and she liked that better than she hated the wound.
When her mother called she would ask about her parasite and the girl would always say that… Continue
A Story About Being Sheltered
Posted on February 11, 2009 at 6:00pm 8 Comments 0 Favorites
I got a brazillian wax.
As she ripped the sticky tape off, I said, "What the f*@%, holy s@#%, ^#$@!! (Those are not cuss words. They were the unintelligible verbage that came sprewing out of my mouth along with some spastic sign language I was making with my hands and feet in the air)
I don't know why I did it. I guess I felt pressure from some woman's magazine. Like I'm the last woman left who hasn't done it or something. Or maybe it was the porn I happened upon one day,… Continue
As she ripped the sticky tape off, I said, "What the f*@%, holy s@#%, ^#$@!! (Those are not cuss words. They were the unintelligible verbage that came sprewing out of my mouth along with some spastic sign language I was making with my hands and feet in the air)
I don't know why I did it. I guess I felt pressure from some woman's magazine. Like I'm the last woman left who hasn't done it or something. Or maybe it was the porn I happened upon one day,… Continue
If I Were A Painter
Posted on February 9, 2009 at 6:26pm 8 Comments 0 Favorites
If I were a painter I would paint the truth.
It is so much more colorful than the bland, washed-out world of unreality.
It is so much more abstract and sensual.
It is so much more powerful and acidic and explosive.
And everyone would linger there in front of my painting, just trying to wrap the art around them, not wanting to leave it behind, yet its price tag frightens them away.
But not everyone would recognize it as fine art.
It is so much more colorful than the bland, washed-out world of unreality.
It is so much more abstract and sensual.
It is so much more powerful and acidic and explosive.
And everyone would linger there in front of my painting, just trying to wrap the art around them, not wanting to leave it behind, yet its price tag frightens them away.
But not everyone would recognize it as fine art.
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- At 11:33pm on August 23, 2009,
Cita said… - "Jarring" is a good word. If I were just writing non-fiction, my writing would be boring... all love, love, love, infatuation, wink, wink, love, love. But the jarring note comes from all of the fiction I am writing, mainly from the old man talking in my ear. (And the world won't hold its breath because writing is one thing... getting published is quite another.) Thanks for reading, cuz. (Someone very special to me wants to meet you.... he says a wise man looks at a woman's female relatives to see what he is getting into in the long term and he thinks you are HOT! Well, we are related by blood!)
- At 11:26am on April 11, 2009, Olive Rosehips said…
- Perhaps I exagerrate my Dexter experience...I was in NM and I have a son named Dexter and I drove to the sign of Dexter to have the lad pose for a shot. =) Then he wanted to drive around to see what Dexterians did. That was it.
When I'm being creative like in art - I can't write either. I draw pencils, pastels, etc...that may be why I love your pictures. I would frame them and hang them on a wall.
- At 12:50am on April 11, 2009, Olive Rosehips said…
- Dear Odd Chick,
I went to Dexter NM over spring break and didn't see you once...I'm back here at 6s and you're still not around. Sure would be nice to see some writng on your page again =)
- At 7:45pm on March 9, 2009, Olive Rosehips said…
- I love this new icon, too. I can imagine it on a greeting card about a girlfriend. Have a nice one....
O
- At 12:01am on March 9, 2009, Olive Rosehips said…
- There was a while when seeing you made me laugh about hair removal but tonight reading your latest snapped me out of it. Brililiant.
Am writing because I really like your picture and wonder if you are the artist. It's is great!
Olive
- At 6:53pm on February 11, 2009, Cita said…
- I know you must have done the wax thing... there was a golden thread of truth running right through it! My tummy muscles hurt.
If you have time, look up Jake Peppiatt and Anthony... I think you'll like their stuff.
- At 6:13pm on February 11, 2009, Cita said…
- Just remember when you read that I am trying my hand at some fiction. In order to write good fiction, one must develop empathy. And to develop empathy, one must look at the world through new lenses. This is a good way and place to do that. Bravo on the wonderful feedback that odd chick is getting!
- At 8:23pm on February 9, 2009,
Robert McEvily said… - Always nice to have an Odd Chick around. Welcome!
- At 5:30pm on February 9, 2009,
Karles said… - (sulk. Cita beat me to what I was going to say. Hmpph.)
I'm quite an odd one also, we'll get along well. ;)
:D
- At 4:41pm on February 9, 2009, Cita said…
- Ah... hi! I'd know you anywhere... I am an odd chick, too. And watch out for A*K (below)... her rhyming right wonderful prose is addictive.
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