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Reach for the clouds. . .
Tickle your toes. . .
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Another Indian woman living on our block has hair swept back and braided has jeweled toes, is in all yellow traditional regalia, and walks w...
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RICK: Hey Rick? DICK: Yea, Dick? RICK: See that sky roll on by? (points) DICK: ...Oh, my... RICK: Don't i-t'almost makes yer wanner....
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I was just awarded the Stylish Blogger Award! (awarded by John Evans ) I was asked to write 7 things about myself,and to award 10 ot...
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Out the window, I thought I saw Emily pale, gawking. a green T-shirt. bouncing firey springs on her head.
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strange tree, your flowers look like badminton birdies.
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take flight in linen and lace. things will mesh if you want them to. just throw yourself up against it and maneuver dainty fingers over tiny...
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as I left the waterfront and I climbed up the sandy stair as always his brothers were first; to greet me. I've had past dealings with th...
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sex object. not afraid of the words. I've used many objects for the sake of sex. in fact my body has been pretty disposable- I don't...
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A woman's stance feet parted so that like a breezy window the mantle opened slightly lets in curves of salty air- but here there is no, ...
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to have sticky pins for fingertips and ballpoint pens for thumbs. then I could fascinate myself to you, and write away doldrums.
Awww That's so sweet and not minding his beard being gone, that's love~! :)
ReplyDeleteLOL! true
ReplyDeleteNothing like being home with your loved ones during stormy weather. Love the surprise ending.
ReplyDeleteWhat a sweet and tender moment you've shared with us...there is an unmistakable ring of truth to it...:)
ReplyDeleteThe familiarity and intimacy are wonderful here. The essence of every day, and the blessings therein are evident. Feels transitional in several ways. Nice write!
ReplyDeleteI love the tender intimacy in your words~ The caress of day and how these interludes allow magic to arrive~
ReplyDeleteThis is larger than the words...it has a peaceful and sweet nectar to it, like a favorite flower on the dining table.
ReplyDeletesuperb imagery, you draw me with you.
ReplyDeletewanted to say thank you for your support to short story slam week 5...
welcome join our week 7 challenge.
bless your talent, keep it coming.
claim two awards from my post if you wish.
ReplyDeletehappy Friday.
Rachel,
ReplyDeleteHome is the best place to be away from a storm and fear and into the arms of love.
Eileen
Always nice to be able to share a stormy day with a loved one.
ReplyDeletelove this one - so authentic...nice, so nice
ReplyDelete"in your arms full of things." that line just stands out to me. sweet little piece Amy! xo
ReplyDeleteRachel? LOL
ReplyDeletesimple and short but really evocative. glad to find your blog!!
ReplyDeletethank you!
ReplyDeleteCozy and intimate, shelter from the storm. Very nice!
ReplyDeletethanks! -a m trumble
ReplyDeleteLove how personal this is. Reminds me of many of my own pieces. (u might like "pretty words would be untrue")
ReplyDeleteI love your blog. ♥
Lovely sentiments, A.M.! Cuddling while the cold rain falls is always worthy of a poem. Very nice one!
ReplyDeleteMy weekly entry: http://charleslmashburn.wordpress.com/2011/08/28/forever-changed-2/
Very sweet :) I love this poem
ReplyDeletelove it,
ReplyDeletehow beautiful.