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sherrie-theriault's picture
Jul.31.2011
July 31       Charmed by Snow     Warm weather snow falls in fat full flakes; I am living in a world of dreams and sweet peas.  Sudden dustings sparkle and surprise leaving as quickly as they came; yet the world is kinder now.  Beauty is an ambush of the heart.  My breath...
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Jul.05.2011
July 5       Tyler’s Truth     The snow is dying, pouring itself into the creeks and riverbeds.  Sacrificing its crystalline structure and community for the ubiquitous oneness of liquid.  Drawn by the gravitational lure of the ocean.  Unity conquers the frozen individuated...
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May.16.2011
Again, thanks to RedRoom and Gina Misiroglu for helping me get this article published on MyDaily.com. The photo is priceless! On a leisurely walk to my college friend's house one crisp November afternoon, a young man in a sweet red Corvette pulled up to the curb and asked for directions. I...
sherrie-theriault's picture
May.04.2011
May 4       The Wake Up Call     I wake early and watch the lazy rain fall in slow fat random drops.  I view it with silent awe, only part of my recently somnolent mind bewildered.  Dawn advances toward me and I register a new concept: snow, it is snow; the sky had been,...
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Apr.15.2011
The morning dew glistening in the sun,Revealing small webs of life;The chilly air requires a long soft robe,Coffee slicing my webs like a knife. Bacon fumes wafting past my nose,Inviting me to sweet sustenance;Feeling my way through sleepy eyes,To reveal the bounty abundance. Walking out on the...
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Apr.06.2011
On Monday at noon thirty the snow was up to the eaves of the cabin located at 8200 feet in the Sierra Nevada of California. Getting to the generator house was a half hour endeavour. The covers on the wood pile were buried. You couldn't see the bridge railings because the drifts were a good...
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Apr.04.2011
Looking out in the distance,The path seems to blur;Where land meets the sky,I can not be sure. A thick blanket of white,Untouched and pristine;Laid out like a carpet,Not a step to be seen. As if a million diamonds,All glistening with light;The snow dances with sparkles,Such a wondrous sight....
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Apr.02.2011
Lucky Eric and Lobster Ron stand at the graveside, shivering in the bitter wind. They are the only mourners. Lobster Ron leans forward and tosses a vial of pills into the grave. It bounces on top of the coffin, popping the lid and spilling small blue pills across the polished wood. Lucky Eric nods...
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Mar.19.2011
Lucky Eric and Jimmy The Con finally find a parking space about a mile from Selly Oak hospital. As they crunch across the last frozen twenty yards to the admissions doors, Eric sees some heartless bastard pull out of a space just a spit away from the doors. They push through the doors, which are...
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Mar.09.2011
“And no invader has ever conquered the heart of Poland, that spirit which is the inheritance of sons and daughters, the private passion of families and the ancient, unbreakable tie to all those who came before.” -James A. Michener, U.S. novelist the drive into Poland from Czech A few weeks...