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level

A bead of sweat started at the top of her brow and began to slide towards her left eye. She froze in a panic that the tiny bead might throw her off balance. Katie stood totally still but buzzing with adrenaline on the tiny wooden plank, perfectly balanced. The only thing that stood between her and sudden death.

Posted By Bex On 04.15.2014 @ 8:05 am

arthritis

her body was aching, the cold Michigan weather was not at all complimentary to her old bones and joins. she could hear them cracking as she stood to make a cup of tea, under her breath she muttered to no one at all, “arthritis”.

Posted By bex On 06.24.2013 @ 11:53 pm

stilts

Walking down the fairway I was surprised to see the clown on stilts. I started to giggle. He was at least 13 feet tall and his hair was big and purple. There were children surrounding him and he was instructing them to take the balloons that were tied to various pegs on the long wooden stilted legs.

Posted By bex On 06.23.2013 @ 12:43 pm

frenzy

quick, fast, never ending responsibilities… frenzy

Posted By bex On 06.23.2013 @ 1:08 am

adorned

she was adorned beautifully. her slender wrists both covered with jeweled bangles, so many that it almost looked as if it would be heavy to wear. on her feet were delicate chains that made a soft tinkling as she danced to the heavy drums.

Posted By bex On 06.20.2013 @ 9:30 pm

shells

the smells of Italian food coming from my mothers kitchen… oregano and garlic. Stuffed shells was on the menu for the night. my mouth watered in anticipation as i imagined the cheese filled pasta covered in a rich tomato sauce.

Posted By bex On 06.19.2013 @ 10:24 pm

tumble

tumble weeds rolling across the freeway in New Mexico, the hot burst of air coming in the window was not much relief and i’d long ago grown tired of feeling my hair lashing at my cheeks as it was thrown about by the wind.

Posted By bex On 06.19.2013 @ 12:38 am

attracted

It was like a magnet, the moment he lays eye on her. Every inch of his skin ached to be against her, every cell in his body screamed for her touch. The anticipation was at once incredible and unbearable, it was the feeling of being alive, of truly needing, and in that moment it was everything.

Posted By Bex On 04.13.2013 @ 5:57 pm

sweep

The sweepers were coming. I could hear them barreling down the street, their brooms hitting the pavement in rhythm, their boots thudding against the ground. They were coming, and I didn’t think I could escape them this time. This time, they’d kill me.

Posted By Bex On 01.16.2013 @ 10:16 pm

must

sometimes people say that you MUST do something, and sometimes you don’t want to do it. But because you MUST do it, you just have to get on and do it. When you MUST do something it means that you don’t have a choice or option other than to do that thing.

Posted By Bex On 01.08.2013 @ 9:29 am

various

Colors. The variety of colors is astounding. A child will ask what the name of a certain color is and while you may have an answer for some, eventually all you will be saying is “very dark blue” and “very very dark blue.” But maybe that’s one of the greatest things about this world, there are so many types of different things, the mystery never dies.

Posted By bex On 10.04.2012 @ 9:41 am

fawn

new york lawn. sloping down to the hudson river. tall houses. on the balcony. best friend and coffee. italian momma and papa. little babies playing in the urban nature. this is the wilderness.

Posted By bex On 09.29.2012 @ 11:42 am

baby eyes, soft and sweet. and in new york at the hudson river i see three fawns from the balcony. coffee and a best friend. italian mama and papa and a sloping green lawn. urban outdoors

Posted By bex On 09.29.2012 @ 11:38 am

catcher

The Catcher in the Rye. Catch an eye. “Catch a falling star and put it in your pocket…” Never shall I be caught on the thoughts of my love…

Posted By bex On 03.28.2012 @ 5:59 am

town

in a town it’s hard to find space to run. there’s epping forest, yeah, but it isn’t the same as an open space- a space without passers by, distractions, traffic. still i feel comfortable surrounded by the cars, knowing there’s always somebody there. and the sensation that i could run- run away, on the planes and trains and buses that would take me from here.

Posted By Bex On 03.05.2012 @ 5:33 am

clue

And then Jimmy found it. It was hiding there all along. Or had it been? The one clue he had been searching for to tell him where the missing treasure was. But he was sure that he had searched under the barn door before, on his way in. It was dark in there, perhaps he had missed it? Then he heard a sound coming from behind…

Posted By Bex On 02.15.2012 @ 9:30 am

I’ll find a clue. A fingerprint. A smudge. The dent of a head on the pillow, the scent on the bed as I roll into the space I am no longer sure you ever were. A clue… a sign… that it really happened. That I haven’t imagined the mystery.

Posted By Bex On 02.14.2012 @ 3:44 pm

beehive

where bee nest, and nuzzle up. They buzz in, and tune out to a place they call home. Full of honey, and other sweet nothings, not them but for us as we have decided

Posted By bex On 01.25.2012 @ 9:01 pm

scarce

Finding him. Them. Whoever will care, will listen and not speak. Who will invest themselves in you. They are scarce. They are perhaps the most sought after kind of people and yet the rarest to find.

Posted By bex On 01.22.2012 @ 1:59 am

glimmer

Everything around me is utter darkness. Feeling around me, there is nothing, just the ground I stand upon. I run for miles in a direction. Who knows where? I keep going in circles, I’m sure of it. But I keep going, not knowing my way and maybe soon I will see light in the distance. Maybe I’ll see a glimmer of hope, of what was and what will be. Maybe.

Posted By bex On 01.01.2012 @ 10:30 pm

abstract

There’s this funny thing about living in a world full of pluralism, relativism and individualism. People seem to think that certain things don’t matter, or they can be or do whatever they want, without rules and boundaries. Sometimes these ideals are harmful and sometimes they are innocent and can even produce a sort of beauty. They think that to produce this sort of beauty, they have to add these ideals into what they create. Abstract art.

Posted By bex On 11.13.2011 @ 10:41 pm

husband

“Husbands, love your wives.”

Posted By bex On 10.30.2011 @ 11:33 am

automatic

Automatic is easy. You don’t have to think too much about what you’re doing. You just shift into automatic and go. Cars are just like life. The only difference is when you put your life on “automatic” or “autopilot” you forget how much you like to make you own choices and to think about what you’re doing. Automatic is easy. But manual is better. After all, no one said life was supposed to be easy.

Posted By bex On 10.24.2011 @ 2:36 pm

radical

It’s a radical evolution we have here It’s a train wreck if I’ve ever seen it All you want to do is revolutionize the fears I tell you, it’s a radical evolution Melting icecaps Hemorrhaging angels I tell you it’s a radical evolution Cause you from buildings to dangle

Posted By bex On 10.21.2011 @ 10:57 pm

castle

I want to hold the castle in the sky. Scratch that, I want to live in the castle in the sky. I want to have those walls. Those turrets of stone that protect me. Oh how they save me from such pain. In castles there is protection. There is solace. There is peace. A place that no one can find you. No one can hurt you. Yes, I want this castle, but I want it for my heart.

Posted By bex On 10.20.2011 @ 12:17 am

braid

The braid hung long and straight down her back. Her olive skin was beautiful and her tall, angular body was accentuated by the boots she wore against her skin tight jeans.

Posted By bex On 10.01.2011 @ 8:42 pm

half

half. not complete, not completely incomplete…

I feel your heart, beating half as fast as mine. why aren’t you nervous? why am i the one with goosebumps?

Posted By bex On 09.29.2011 @ 10:31 pm

couch

Laying on the couch, I feel nothing, see nothing, hear nothing. I am nothing. In this moment on my couch I am nothing. It is wonderful to be nothing sometimes though, no? This couch has provided my escape from being something. Its old, soft, time worn fabric is pleasing to my fingertips as I lay motionless on this couch.

Posted By bex On 09.22.2011 @ 8:59 am

distinguished

In a sea of people, the distinguished gentleman is hardly noticed. He passes them by like a wave on the ocean, each one carefully avoiding his stoic, yet regal gaze as he pressed on towards his goal with a aura of one who carries the weight of loneliness.

Posted By bex On 09.10.2011 @ 10:01 pm

ant

Why aren’t we all like ants? They can carry much more than their body weight, the continue to work and work, never being asked. It is instinctual. Ants are the vulnerable versions of what we humans should be, and only because we are much more difficult to kill than ants.

Posted By bex On 09.05.2011 @ 5:46 pm

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