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chickens crossing the road | chickens crossing the road

sherrie-theriault's picture
Sep.08.2012
  September 8   WILL YOU GET TO THE OTHER SIDE?       Chickens stand together on the edge of the road pecking and scratching; people make fun.  People tell jokes but it’s not so funny when we are the ones playing on the tracks.  We forget that all the excuses...
joshua-keidan's picture
Sep.07.2012
  Night time here is my favorite time of the day. The  slow pace of life punctuated by the occasional honking of the horn and the sun melting me into a human puddle gets replaced by a nearly dead quiet. Sometimes a car passes by but usually the only sounds I here are from friends sitting...
joshua-keidan's picture
Sep.07.2012
Night time here is my favorite time of the day. The  slow pace of life punctuated by the occasional honking of the horn and the sun melting me into a human puddle gets replaced by a nearly dead quiet. Sometimes a car passes by but usually the only sounds I here are from friends sitting around...
sherrie-theriault's picture
Aug.29.2011
August 29       The Slick Nature of Grace       The higher I climb, the more severe the fall; the sweeter my life, the more brittle my blood sugar.  I must be more careful as I get better.  I thought being sober would make my life free from care, but I think...