Journal

the sky is crying page one

What’s the Weather Like? The Sky Is Falling, really….
Everyday Journal. day one, page one

i’m serious, it’s all real. everyday. the now of living life. one day you come across a blog and a special person. not like you’ve ever met before. and suddenly the person is gone. not necessarily gone but gone from the world as i know now living and breathing. i recently read of gingatao’s unexpected passing [ paul squires ] and find i am mourning him. we shall all miss him terribly. i am now looking forward to seeing him again in another world.

this is a good day to start. write something everyday. i’ll start with the words “day one” this makes me feel good and want to write more. recently the writing was creating not creating and beginning to be a real bother. seriously contemplated maybe it’s time to stop. you know stop, like whatzhisname in that boxofchocolates movie…. where he starts running and doesn’t stop and keeps going and soon has a following… well remember how he sorta just stopped one day. turned around and sed “..i’m going to go home now…” well, this is my now…

the end. day one.

remember when stevie ray vaughn passed and the sky cried, well that’s what’s going on today with the news of gingatao now gone.

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Saturday Scribes, short story, SundayScribblings

nothing serious

saturday scribes: theme_change of plans; words_church, exploding, sinister
sunday scribblings: no 199 yes.

yes
i did say yes
in earnest honesty

my mind made up
packed and ready
turned off the light
closed the door
and left

when we stopped
at the gas station
you went to pay
for crunchy peanuts

and then i heard
a no very clearly
screaming really loud

exploding with fire
against the cold cool
clear night

i think it was about
2 in the morning
because it was still
dark

and then i remembered
something so soft
that sinister look
of distraction
when nothing goes well

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3WW, short story

chicken noodle soup

three word wednesday: opportunity quarrel service
photo: jamelah, flickr

existing on tiny bits of dull domesticity she was unexpectedly aroused to a simple opportunity glowing like a firefly. shaking the unaltered she headed toward the enticing eruption with little hesitation. recently in the service of one who lacked motivation there was no other way to break the quarrel other than leaping tall buildings, staying silent or heading towards an unwritten letter left to the winds. unwilling to resist, her sound reasoning escaped fast through the open night babbling unintelligible words that communicated nothing to her stimulated sense of impulse and what lies undiscovered. flinging the mundane she envisions her bare feet on transcendental shores smiling in wonder at the sudden sound of breaking the bonds of contractual commitment.

 

once upon a time in a far away land just south of the flowing river, the cool breeze of approaching change called out to the listening ear.  previously unknown her life seemed whole as a domestic goddess in the land of everything….. suddenly desired change from her current existence. unwilling to compromise both willing and unwilling scattered to the four winds… shall i tell the rest.. or shall i leave it to you to your interpretation… that you leave with something… changed..

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3WW

big outing

3 word wednesday: recluse, cajole, temper
photo: U1075938INPrgh2008, flickr

remember Howard Hughes, and the 1947 flight of the Spruce Goose…

one
napping recluse
cajoled into reclined rest
tempest temper moored

two
when we look past
the bright glare of
neglected recluse
the sweet shine of success
is often washed away
in the temper
of vanity and desire.
his heart cajoled
resigned and weakened
he departed.

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short story, totally optional prompts

convergence

totally optional prompts, this week’s request for poems: intersections. think about the contact points between things you wouldn’t normally think had a whole lot to do with each other.

only if you pause noiselessly does the slim possibility exist you will see the noctural light living. her stealth approach and growling manner rarely brings one close. undefined green lush air encloses the world of panther. solitary single, surreptitious shadow she stalks the city light seeking her prey.

he walks the sleepless nights, seeking shelter from an old torn tormenting tale bounded by dusk and dawn. he extracts the memento mori with recollection trembles hearing the cacophany of clashing between city streets and backstreet alleys yawning with despair.

happenstance soon brings the unnoticeable noticed in a rare volatile visual exchange. active the parallel compass turns a corner as the prey unaware stalls in stupor at her presence before him. eyes from nowhere revive in recognition, her soft paws silent, claws withdrawn, she seeks a course to bring him back. apocalypse vacancy persuades the juncture of living and dead to a connection home.

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