Comments Posted By Jamie Pondera

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arts

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

» Posted By Jamie Pondera On 11.13.2012 @ 12:12 pm

solution

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

» Posted By Jamie Pondera On 10.23.2012 @ 11:45 am

forth

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.

» Posted By Jamie Pondera On 10.22.2012 @ 11:58 am

shown

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.

» Posted By Jamie Pondera On 10.19.2012 @ 12:07 pm

bury

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 baby, and diapers, and feeding, and building a family.

» Posted By Jamie Pondera On 10.15.2012 @ 11:43 am

wet

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

» Posted By Jamie Pondera On 10.11.2012 @ 11:28 am

fresh

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.

» Posted By Jamie Pondera On 10.10.2012 @ 12:09 pm

dominant

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.

» Posted By Jamie Pondera On 10.09.2012 @ 11:29 am

walls

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.

» Posted By Jamie Pondera On 10.04.2012 @ 11:32 am

doorknob

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.

» Posted By Jamie Pondera On 07.13.2012 @ 12:20 pm

railroad

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.

» Posted By Jamie Pondera On 07.03.2012 @ 11:49 am

configuration

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.

» Posted By Jamie Pondera On 06.27.2012 @ 1:01 pm

distributor

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.

» Posted By Jamie Pondera On 06.26.2012 @ 11:47 am

keen

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.

» Posted By Jamie Pondera On 06.18.2012 @ 12:34 pm

brief

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

» Posted By Jamie Pondera On 06.12.2012 @ 12:06 pm

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