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She pulled from her pouch a dead watch, a canned ham, pickles, toothpaste, a reefer, an apple, a gyroscope and a map of Tunisia, murmuring, “Will this help?”.
» Posted By carol On 09.16.2011 @ 9:21 pm
gathering of people
» Posted By Carol On 09.14.2011 @ 7:10 am
as if i’ve grown out too far, and need to be managed. but it must be too much effort to retrieve me, because they’d all rather slip me off the edge with a simple smile, a word, a gesture that i don’t quite understand until i’ve hit the bottom. your circle of communications, your target of flattery, you’d like to just cut me off without noticing the consequences, wouldn’t you? too bad in order for you to be so high and i fallen so low, there must have been a way up, and trust me, i’ll be on my way.
» Posted By Carol On 09.09.2011 @ 10:36 pm
a formation of dots, crawling up through dew. early morning light doesn’t quite reveal the perfect system, trudging back and forth through the slit under the door, the tiled kitchen floor, the sleek, egg-shaped chairs and the small box of cookies, tipped over just enough to shed some crumbs. a yawn alerts the first soldier, and they quietly escape as the first soft footstep hits the staircase.
» Posted By Carol On 09.05.2011 @ 5:22 pm
sprinkled across the streets, although nobody quite notices. the baby flecks on the foal’s neck, a twinge across your tongue as you roll the taste in your mouth. colourful or juicy, alone for decoration and shiny like plastic. pop the p’s as you let your indulge in the pure pronunciation of the word.
» Posted By Carol On 09.03.2011 @ 2:15 pm
the smell of the ocean, and the taste of your mother’s cooking back home. the waves rush you, forcing you back slowly with their lines of squiggly attack, foaming white and tainted yellow. your feet in the sand, laughing, burning, scampering back and forth only to have each track erased. the air lingers on your tongue, taunting you into the mast expanse of blue. but you can’t take it, you know you can’t quite capture the essence…
» Posted By Carol On 09.02.2011 @ 6:28 pm
Was a good offer sugar pie, but I’ve had better and I’m not settling for anything sub perfecto at this moment in the little time I have left to rock.
» Posted By Carol On 08.30.2011 @ 8:15 pm
the smooth sense of floating? Or the rough, unpleasant groan of wheels under your sweat-sodden bum. either or, it’s like stepping through a revolving door, resistance or not. a section of ‘inbetween’ in motion.
» Posted By Carol On 08.21.2011 @ 7:52 am
drive, travel, boogie and keep on truckin’, carry the weight and tote that barge, lift that bale. You go girl.
» Posted By Carol On 08.20.2011 @ 4:22 pm
“Ugh,” I groaned as I rolled my way toward the mattress’s edge. “I’m too old to start an exercise routine as tough as yesterday’s was. My body isn’t as elastic as it used to be.”
Yesterday afternoon I had completed the mother of all kickboxing classes.
» Posted By Carol On 08.10.2011 @ 6:01 pm
She looked at the stained old silver trophy and laughed out loud, what is this for she thought and tossed it in the just go away bin.
» Posted By carol On 07.18.2011 @ 7:49 pm
Sticks are all over are back yard. The storms that come through our area cause them to fall from the older trees that have dead branches. We pick up sticks and put them in our burn pile. Our grandchildren get paid for every stick they take to the burn pile when they come to visit, so picking up sticks is a great game for them! Sometimes, we save the longer, sturdier sticks and sharpen the ends to make them into marshmellow roasting sticks. Then, when we have a bon fire, the sticks serve as a food holder for marshmellows and hot dogs. Sticks that are too large to mow over have to be removed but the smaller ones are often just left and mulched by the mower.
With a large yard you can expect to have to deal with sticks – unless you have no trees! The hardwood trees seem to shed fewer branches than the softer ones, like elms. We would like to replace our softwood trees with the elms so that we have less yard trash…sticks to pick up.
» Posted By Carol On 07.18.2011 @ 4:07 am
She held her head high, walked with the dignity of a cat. She refused to bow.
» Posted By carol On 07.14.2011 @ 9:52 pm
She kept her head high, walked with the dignity of a a cat and refused to bow.
» Posted By Carol On 07.14.2011 @ 8:54 pm
What are you expecting me to write? I’m not expecting anything. I was expecting something different from this exercise, although what, I do not know. Thanks for letting me write.
I’m expecting the time to run out right about no
» Posted By Carol On 07.09.2011 @ 1:36 pm
The antlers on the world’s tackiest Christmas sweatshirt weren’t only faux leather, they were dotted with rubber grommets through which tiny colored lights poked through the material from their string running behind the sweatshirt to a tiny battery pack.
» Posted By Carol On 06.25.2011 @ 2:47 pm
I love history. Seeing what our forefathers and mothers did before I was born…how they lived. where they lived. what food they ate. where they worked. It is all fascinating to me! I wish I could go back in history and live for one week!
» Posted By Carol On 06.24.2011 @ 10:52 am
I believe in a great deal of things. I don’t know if I REALLY believe in them or if I just say that I do, but for now I’m going to say that I do and trust that on some level I actually do believe in them. Who knows, maybe it will turn into something.
» Posted By Carol On 06.18.2011 @ 10:28 pm
The darkness enveloped the station until I saw the light of the train far off in the distance. Soon I heard the rumbling of the track and felt the excitement within me grow. The smell of the vendors and the noise of the families eagerly, excitedly chatting filled my ears and nose.
» Posted By Carol On 06.14.2011 @ 4:46 pm
it could be were a train , a bus or car.
» Posted By Carol On 06.14.2011 @ 4:44 pm
loved and cherished nested cozily warm and safe. willing to try, supported and protected, uplifted and cared for. humanity, needed by all, cocooned, nurtured
» Posted By carol On 06.13.2011 @ 9:37 pm
I was embraced with the sweet smell of freshly mowed grass on that Sunday morning. I’ll never forget the feeling as the new dawn stretched out before me thinkig that I’d make jam that day.
» Posted By Carol On 06.13.2011 @ 9:00 pm
sad at heart
» Posted By carol On 06.12.2011 @ 8:19 am
No. The mole didn’t look like that in this photo I just had printed. The photo was taken 3 months ago and I know this mole looks more misshapen and larger than it does in the photo. My mother always told me to stop laying out with cocoa oil but to wear a hat and sunscreen. She was right.
» Posted By Carol On 05.18.2011 @ 12:56 pm
a drink that people like mixed with orange juice russian can cause disease if abused some people like it cold
» Posted By carol On 05.15.2011 @ 7:58 am
There was so little time to adjust tthe acoustic level in the chapel before the service began. Everyone over the age of adolesence held their hands over their wars. The kids were all grinning as the music pulsed, the drums nearly lifting the carpet off the floor. Finally someone reached the controller and silence was imposed on the still vibrating space
» Posted By Carol On 04.18.2011 @ 2:22 pm
Old, backward, unneeded, past, useless, wasted, out of date, and historic.
» Posted By Carol On 04.13.2011 @ 9:42 am
dinosaur, outdated ~ The girl felt that she had arrived on another planet and she was already obsolete ~ gone ~ in another century that she knew nothing about.
» Posted By Carol On 04.12.2011 @ 7:06 pm
I feel most connected when I am with people who make me happy and
feel good about myself and the world in general. Being connected is
a wonderful feeling that establishes the best in each of us … we need
to all feel more connected to our special world.
» Posted By Carol On 04.06.2011 @ 9:01 pm
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Shrieking down the aisle I made dying gestures as the audience stared at me in horror. Was I a part of the play? Should someone do something to help me? Is everyone safe? These and more ideas flitted throughout the theater as I began my lines.
» Posted By Carol On 03.27.2011 @ 6:21 pm