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tim-haywood's picture
Dec.12.2013
I have to admit, I was fairly skeptical when my wife told me her plan. In fact, had I actually verbalized my feelings, I may have said something like... "Yeah, and monkeys might fly out of my butt."  Even twenty years later, I've not found a human being capable of turning a phrase with the raw...
sherrie-theriault's picture
Dec.12.2013
December 12     Master Mind   I was taught that it was my job to master fear; raised in a religion swearing they could master death.  I used to spend all I had trying to create a master plan, while trying to keep secure using a Master lock.  I have seen Master &...
sherrie-theriault's picture
Dec.11.2013
December 11   Flight 548   What a happy flight, wing to wing, smiles, good cheer, the air is kind, sweet, dry, easy to breathe.  I am so blessed.  I fly to destiny watching the traveling baby circus play around me.  Giggles and drool surround me, infuse me with glee. ...
tracy-ewens's picture
Dec.10.2013
I feel like leather pants should be a controlled substance. They need to be behind a counter or a sliding glass window, not just out in the open for everyone to wear.  I know it sounds mean and I'm sorry, well I'm not really sorry because this is factual information.  There needs to be...
robert-earle's picture
Dec.10.2013
Eudora Welty used to talk about literally cutting manuscripts into pieces and rearranging the sentences and paragraphs to suit her.  The end result, as in The Optimist’s Daughter, generally was close to perfection. In synthesis, The Optimist’s Daughter tells the tale of Laurel returning to...
sherrie-theriault's picture
Dec.10.2013
December 10     The Way West   The sun reflected in the windows winks at me as I fly over.  The plane climbs higher and the reflected light no longer reaches me.  I slip from my eastern bonds.  I am west coast bound.  The carpet of snow was laid down to quiet the...
sherrie-theriault's picture
Dec.09.2013
December 9     It All Points to Joy   Can Love reweave the fabric which hate destroys?  Can Kindness resew the field torn through with disregard?  Can Beauty paint the world anew after so much ugliness has rained down upon us?  My heart believes these three can not...
sherrie-theriault's picture
Dec.08.2013
December 8     Night Spaces   When it gets dark it gets dark fast.  They say, night falls, though sometimes it feels like it falls down.  What is little realized is there is a lifting when the light has gone away, the sky raises its roof and there is more air to breathe....
sherrie-theriault's picture
Dec.07.2013
December 7     Anti-Forfeit Activity   I don’t want to write bad, forced, poor, weak, care-worn poems, but I won’t write any good ones if I don’t lift this pen.  The embarrassment I might feel for lackluster lines is far less than the shame of empty notebooks.  I don’t...
tim-haywood's picture
Dec.06.2013
Today is a day to celebrate a man. And Nelson Mandela was just that—a man, not a messiah, not even a prophet—a guy, harboring the same flaws and fears as any of the rest of us.  And then the similarities between him and just about every other human whose gonads live outside their bodies skew a...