Her bemused smirk told him he was being made fun of
It didn’t help though, since if he asked about its meaning she would belittle him even more
Now if she made up the whole thing, well if he let that go she would hold that against him for years
That’s why he studied her. Was hent even a word? He hoped she would give him even the slightest…
Didn’t have any time to recharge, so down went another bottle of caffeine and sugar
Really, sleep was in order, demanded even, but she ignored it
As she had too much to do and way too little time to get it all done
It would have made her cry, except after fifteen years of doing this, this was normal
Now if she had only believed her mother before she had become a mother herself…
All of Jessie’s life could be seen in the lines engraved into his face
They told of the many laughs and smiles, the tears and anger, written throughout the years
Looking in the mirror, he reminisced a life lived hard
As he traced those wrinkles, he wondered about the upcoming Botox injection and smoothing it all over
Soul searching if he really wanted to lose that history… Jessie left with his map intact
How do you get better at something?
Almost always the answer is doing
I have been writing a poem a day for the past nine years
Know that sometimes they were bad, but sometimes they were good
Undertake a journey today and read some. The link below is to all 3,287 …
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Claustrophobic tall walls keep closing in the farther he fled
As he rounded a corner, he came to a sheer cliff face announcing it was the end of the road
Now all he could do was turn around and confront his greatest fear
Years had passed since the last time he had faced the gunslinger
On that occasion. he had escaped with only losing his dignity
Now it was time to pay for all those years of running… A single shot echoed.
Systematic suturing of her emotional wounds
The pain of sewing the gash to her psyche was almost unbearable
It continued to throb years later, but the echoes of the horrific laceration kept getting weaker
They left the itch of wanting to see if she had healed enough yet
Cutting loose and pulling out each piece of mental floss
Her battle scar, now exposed, made her proud of not only surviving but healing
Over the years, she realized her vision was deteriorating
Putting reading into the group of activities that were getting hard to do
That was a huge penalty to getting older
It made her mad at the universe for allowing this to happen, but to no avail
Collapsing her into a deep depression that echoed her depleting eyesight.
So it surprised everyone around her when she would not put on her damn glasses
Finding a good avocado was impossible. They were all too hard.
It seemed to be an explicit rule when he wanted to make guac
Robust testing of this idea had been happening over the past ten years to prove it
Making all the businesses between him and the avocado tree suspect of conspiring
Boy could those men tell you stories amid the smell of talc and aftershave
About times in the past that people have forgotten
Remembering with such clarity the neighborhood throughout time
Because they had been there for a combined hundred-sixty years
Everyone came there to sit in those ancient green chairs and listen raptly
Relishing their experience with those historians. The haircuts weren’t too bad either.
Living in the past, needing an awakening
It tries to force you to be a hero
Now if you are in your twilight years you might be between worlds
Knowing you want just one more wild breath
Stories and photos from Scotland
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