Kristine_ES's Blog – April 2012 Archive (4)

Plaid, Softest Red And White

Steering wheel in my left hand, empty can of Red Bull in the right, eyes struggling to stay awake on 84, forcing my mind to remember to charge my phone when I got home which my other mind chastened me for because we both knew I would forget. I thought briefly about flipping the CD player on but was tired of the same old thing, so I thought about turning the radio on to scan the waves for something new, interesting, cool that my mind could ride instead of listening to an empty typewriter…

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Added by Kristine_ES on April 14, 2012 at 12:30pm — 10 Comments

Covenant

The day she packed her empty notebooks bound in leather given as gifts, the day she tucked the quill pen and ink and twenty five folders neatly labeled onto the top shelf of her closet and closed the door was the day she walked on air.  It surely must have felt like the day her brother claimed he renounced religion. The free air his lungs acquired, his soul unbound, his thoughts unsinful, free, unhindered--what must that be like! Free to sin, free to ignore, free to think whatever you like,…

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Added by Kristine_ES on April 7, 2012 at 1:41am — 10 Comments

Albert Swears Off Fortune Tellers (Cita's Painting Challenge)

He really was afraid of being reborn, and his fellow steel workers wished he would can the Oprah talk and just eat his lunch already. He hoped (constantly, out loud and in secret) he would come back to the right time, the right place now that he knew it really was gonna happen.  He wondered if the recurring dreams he was having, crazy things about being stuck inside a seed and growing garlic out his ribs, were simply nightmares and not visions of his future. What if he came back in the past?…

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Added by Kristine_ES on April 5, 2012 at 9:27pm — 10 Comments

Mother

She who wakes up and decides to do a thing is a fool.

She who wakes up and thinks on a plan--despite what moon, star, and fairy godmother warn--might live in the warmth of her future.

She sees the end of her rope and knows strong arms await. She trains to make the crossing knowing nothing is certain but thrives on the training, the hours, the discipline, the great peace that comes from attaining. 

They’ve prepared a rope for her, ‘tween two towers, and the world watches,…

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Added by Kristine_ES on April 1, 2012 at 11:39pm — 6 Comments

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