What can YOU say in six sentences?
Tears are not wasted-- but are fatal on my quiet breath.
A breath, I starved myself.
Lord, show us how to grow deeper into and out of the mist,
Beyond the circular, crashing storms
Where forgiveness is the only,
Love is the only.
Faith will take us, but will never break us--
Only hinder what once was blinding.
Take our hands and show us.
Added by Claire Tero on August 31, 2011 at 10:06pm — No Comments
During a typical morning rush hour, mindless, non-observant traffic-goers whizzed by on a busy through-road. They marched on to another day, another dollar.
Watching (or maybe not so much) from a prime location, two teenagers in lust “sat” dead-center in a dewy, green commons area as the clothes line brands and colors of various cars streamed by directly in front of them. Long hair and short skirt, she sat atop of him morphing herself into his…Continue
The U.S. Postal Service and the F.D.I.C Wells Fargo Bank have officially confirmed that Jesus is now in residence at the Handley home and has been verified by Jesus’ personal spokesperson, Michelle Bachmann.
Mikes law firm of ‘Dewey, Cheetum and Howe’ have issued a ‘cease and desist’ order to the Vatican and all television ministries to forthwith remit all funds to his new ‘brother’s keeper’, Mike Handley who has graciously agreed to handle all…Continue
Everywhere, a vengeance of wrecks, smoking hulks, bashed-up beautiful. She climbs out of this one, the smoking chassis of her “totaled” marriage, and walks away, as if recovering from a mere fever. I can’t help but see that she walks in beauty, but drowns in solitude. Ever the would-be gentleman, I throw her a life line. She throws it back. She glares at me, as if I’ve offered her a noose.
I wrote a 6 a couple weeeks ago about love & respect of one another & our political beliefs, but apparently it has went unheedeed.
People talk about what "assholes" & how "delusional" any member of the Red party is , so I guess that makes a lot of my family & friends an asshole & delusional.
Rick Perry helps Texas to have one of the best economies in the…Continue
Post-election, George Bush wound up in a fruit jar out at his mom's place in Houston. She punched in some air holes and stuck him up next to the cobbler.
Dick Cheney published his memoirs this month, in vampire script as expected. He's also reportedly planning to take over Rush Limbaugh's talk show, anticipating the day that Rush, Oxied up, collapses and dies in a gutter in downtown D.C.
Rummy the Dummy is trapped in a New York Times piece that purports to lay out a…Continue
You remember, of course, that Obama bleated how much he wants health care reform, and then, under guise of "bipartisanship," kept spreading his buttcheeks to Tea Party Fourth Reichers--like all nazi groupings controlled from above by rich phantom bastards pulling the strings on their outfront, racist puppets below--who say fuck reform and who, by the way, want the president hung from a tree.
The Public Option, without which all talk of health care reform is just horseshit? Obama said…Continue
Sometimes, sleep wraps itself around me like a beloved friend, and seamlessly, today becomes tomorrow. Sometimes, it teases, dancing just out of reach.
When my husband calls, sleep runs to him like a dog, loyal and loving. For me, sleep is a cat, willful and wild. Chase a cat and she runs away. Sit still and she approaches, purring in your arms when you least expect it.
At the moment, I'm sitting in 1F, a 1st-class aisle seat and I'm getting jostled and bumped in the arm and leg by elbows and the carry-on bags of the herd headed for the coach section, having passed me off as some rich alcoholic bastard (cognac 'n coffee at 5:10AM!) with more money than brains.
I'm enjoying that free ($8) libation before take-off, a hot breakfast ($15?) served on fine china once we power out, and two mimosas (another $16 in coach section charges that don't apply),…Continue
Looking at him this afternoon, she sees the old man he will be before too long, his head tilted back so that his bifocals are hitting the sweet spot, carefully studying some task at the desk, bright light leaving downward darkness on the planes of his face. His hair is already white. Earlier in the day, in the back of an elevator, he resembled the man she remembers marrying as she gazed at his profile, while he placed his hand on the small of her back, and let it slip gently toward her hip…Continue
We all walk down the aisles with our peripherals on overdrive, fumbling our fingers and hands around the dimmed and dusty theater to find our seat while squeamishly scrutinizing each other without a single thought about ourselves. When our seat is found (everyone has a seat) we sit our fleshy materialistic bodies down on them and begin our perpetual muffling of the seats original meaning. Some people are not comfortable with their seat, some people are not satisfied with their seat, but it…Continue
She leaned way out of her comfort zone to "friend" him on Facebook and then again to accept his frequent texts and phone calls.
Over months, he wooed her with words until she believed he adored her and agreed to meet him for a night of long-awaited passion.
The following day he cooled measurably, and when they returned to their respective home states, he told her that, because she was married, he could not continue the "relationship."
She was devastated and sought…Continue
Texas Governor and Republican presidential front-runner Rick "the Dick" Perry trashed evolution this week, saying it was "merely a theory...with gaps." This ought to play well in Iowa during the campaign ahead, where a measly 21% of Republican delegates believe evolution exists.
This idiocy is understandable, I suppose, when you stop to consider that fully 79% of the Iowa delegates are rhesus monkeys...
Perry himself is more of a Gaboon viper: he's also saying that climate…Continue
I am learning American Sign Language (or ASL).
So far I know over 40 words ranging from cookie to tiger.
I believe this will help not only myself with my total hearing loss, but also will help others who write to me on whatever they can find (yellow legal pads, dry erase boards, even a stick in the dirt).
Some of the words are very similar, such as…Continue
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The next time I drew the image up onto the screen the strange mushroom thing was no longer there. Just the trees of the arboretum. I hadn't edited the photograph, I felt sure, and no-one else had used the computer.
Feeling disturbed, I went out for a long walk, down by the river where the scent of the Himalayan balsam is sweetly pungent, and I saw that nature…Continue
Added by Cath Barton on August 30, 2011 at 1:30pm — No Comments
I chose authors Lee Child for his 'Jack Reacher' character, and James Lee Burke for his 'Dave Robicheaux' series, finishing a book every 2-3 days, over 20 titles, recently. I was amazed these writers could carry their respective characters from book to book in different stories, and still sell millions of books.
I've got my main character, am developing her history and personality, researching and jotting details for the adventure, and thought Child and Burke might teach me how to…Continue
The 486 bus-line from El Monte to La Puente at 11 o'clock at night was never crowded, a few scattered loners and groups would huddle in the corners staring blankly out through the dark reflection baring windows; the small family groups were always present, one would usually fall asleep on the other, kid on parent, parent on kid, while the hooded baggy phantoms would stick to themselves and their own fractured lives, and I would return the all-around avoidance of strangers with my own tired…Continue
Added by James Storbacon on August 30, 2011 at 3:00am — No Comments
I don’t want to cry, the tears are not wasted—they are fatal on my quiet breath.A breath for you I starved myself dry, until nothing but liquid salt was given unto the space and time between us and you. If it were not for the past and present, and losing, because the game is soft and wild—then life would not show me what I need to grow deeper into the mist. Beyond the circular waves— beyond the crashing storms of bloodied and tried forsaken time, forgiveness is the only, forgiveness is the…Continue
He returned this morning, and once more he directed traffic like a traffic cop, but we know he isn’t a policeman. At our intersection with only “STOP” signs at the four corners it can get quite busy during morning rush hour, and we see him on occasion directing the flow of vehicles. You can tell he isn’t a cop because he’s dressed in dirty clothes and he really doesn’t talk to anyone; he just blows his whistle and keeps the cars moving.…Continue
Today I am not going to spend any money, read depressing words, write anything that is not poetry, eat any more ice cream, or pick a fight.
I am not going to play a video game or go through the receipts on his dresser or look at the word count again.
I crossed everything important off of the list and those are not my clothes hanging on the line.
I am not going to fish for compliments or throw out any research or allow my heart to go down unproductive paths that entangle…Continue