• Jamie Pondera commented on the post, arts 6 years, 10 months ago

    Arts is close to ants, ants, as far as I know are absent of arts. Arts however, are not absent of ants.

  • The solution was clear; enjoy each with what it brought. Make the most of it all.

  • Jamie Pondera commented on the post, forth 6 years, 11 months ago

    The swing went back and forth in the golden fall wind. Long unused, the rope was fraying and it would not be long before some gust of wind or heavy snow would release it from the tall oak branch.

  • Jamie Pondera commented on the post, shown 6 years, 11 months ago

    Emily had shown the house several times before. EAch time she was struck by the brightness of the kitchen, the joy that was waiting to happen when the home was filled with family and baking smells.

  • Jamie Pondera commented on the post, bury 6 years, 11 months ago

    She did all she could to bury herself in homework; reading, taking notes, writing summaries, but still she struggled to block out the positive test. She was indeed pregnant and would soon find herself buried in […]

  • Jamie Pondera commented on the post, wet 6 years, 11 months ago

    The sidewalk was wet – a fall shower passed through leaving dark gray splotches drying quickly in the warmish wind.

  • Jamie Pondera commented on the post, fresh 6 years, 11 months ago

    I am contemplating a fresh start – I will start with fresh food, fresh flowers, fresh sheets, in a bright fresh apartment. Missing will be my wedding band. Missing will be my stale love. My being will be fresh.

  • The sunflowers were dominant in the garden – lording it over the zinnias and cosmos. But they too are withered, taller, more damaged than the lower flowers that retain a greeness so close to the ground.

  • Jamie Pondera commented on the post, walls 6 years, 11 months ago

    I went to school with a kid named Steve Walls. He had glasses, but he was one of of the popular kids, the funny one who could remember movie lines and could draw cartoons.

  • The gray tanktop was slung on the doorknob. A sign that Ken should stay away from the dorm room. Go get a pop. Go for a walk. The doorknob hung empty most of the time.

  • There is something summery about riding on the bricks of Railroad Street – on the way to the farmer’s market set out in front of the old depot.

  • A configuration of mothers, hovering at the tennis courts. Not wanting to be too mother-hen, not wanting to be accused of only showing up for the sun.

  • Distributors are an odd bunch – I don’t know if it is because they are essentially networkers not producing anything and not reaching consumers directly. They are needed. they are middle men.

  • The pot had fractures. It was like a dutch oven, made from Burgundian clay. It was passed down to a grandson who wanted to appreciate it. But, it had fractures.

  • Jamie Pondera commented on the post, keen 7 years, 3 months ago

    She felt a keen sense of heartbreak as only a 17 year old can. Cutting, sharp, direct; as if a glass blade were carving straight to where happiness should reside.

  • Jamie Pondera commented on the post, brief 7 years, 3 months ago

    Manila envelopes of briefs, scattered on a busy desk. The black ink pen, laying on top of a brief, notes scribbled across it.

  • A switching tail. Not a soft and easy swishing; but a quick and purposeful, switch, a brusque back and forth.

  • Shelter belt, planted with promise, with hope, with fear. Shelter from wind, shelter from snow, shelter from beating sun, shelter to hold the soil. Shelter for sleek and handsome phesants.

  • Jamie Pondera commented on the post, rules 7 years, 10 months ago

    I am a rule follower – except for a few remarkable exceptions – I don’t steal, I on occassion lie and on occassion commit adultery – So many rules to keep track of – sometimes it is a challenge –

  • They say that people who shuffle their feet are exhibiting signs of alzhiemer’s; it makes me worry for my husband.