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mary-wilkinson's picture
May.01.2010
I wish I were you Dog sleeping without conscience, emptied inside of guilt, doubts, second guesses. Instead you dream of sniffs and smells, tree...
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May.01.2010
When I close my eyes I like to believe that I can block it all out - everything. But I cannot. The sky comes without invitation, it seeps through the...
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May.03.2010
My day consisted of shells and dandelions, beach pebbles,twigs and rocks. Rocks of all shapes and sizes. I don't know how I get into those things but...
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mary-wilkinson's picture
May.05.2010
I had never taken the path before. I must admit I was feeling a little trepidation as I ventured beyond the boundary. Sure,  I have passed it all the...
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mary-wilkinson's picture
May.07.2010
The stock markets are crumbling and my son comes home from school opens the fridge to take out a red pepper and proceeds to devour it with feta...
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mary-wilkinson's picture
May.09.2010
Weeding is a delicate operation and requires much devotion to peering down into the soil to decide what is a weed and what is not. I weed the potato...
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mary-wilkinson's picture
May.10.2010
I breast fed my child in this bed and dreamed in this bed and made love in this bed and tossed the blankets until small mountains grew from this bed...
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mary-wilkinson's picture
May.17.2010
The window frames my view. Within the frame only lime green leaves on the Ash tree beckon my eye and beyond beige grass still bent over from the...
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mary-wilkinson's picture
May.24.2010
There is almost a full moon beyond this window. I am confident that it is not quite full yet from close scrutiny of the skies over the years but we...
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mary-wilkinson's picture
May.24.2010
Looked at my dashboard at seven fifty five am and total views were 49999! Thanks! Nice! m
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barbara-boyer's picture
Feb.07.2009
"Expectations imply that one knows best." K, where this quote came from is short and sweet... yeah, right! I once dated this guy (yes, i...
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ron-lavalette's picture
Apr.07.2009
That's it and he just can't do it anymore, worn out from hauling all that belly around all the time every day and can't sleep at night either, most...
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Dec.02.2010
By mid-week after Thanksgiving, he’s already bored with the Christmas music piped in ceaselessly overhead; is ready to borrow a ladder from the...
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Dec.22.2010
One tabletop was covered with ceramic pigs, each pinkly glazed and smiling (if pigs can be said to smile) broadly. Half of the pigs contained salt....
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ron-lavalette's picture
Mar.20.2011
    you coulda got a moonburn last night in the perigee coulda been baskin in the last of the snow  and tomorrow or (it’s 4:04am) later on today...
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ron-lavalette's picture
May.18.2011
It’s Wednesday, and Wednesday in his business is a killer.  Clients get the mid-week crazies.  No one knows why, exactly, but it’s a documented...
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ron-lavalette's picture
Dec.10.2011
My oldest friend in the world is no longer in the world. Carl Edward Reardon III (Cert–pronounced Curt–whom I more often called Carlos or Dr...
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Dec.23.2011
   He typically makes his monthly run to the landfill on a Saturday morning, but it’s Friday and he has the day off because tomorrow’s...
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Mar.20.2012
     Even when he’s outside he imagines he hears ethereal pop star lyrics coming from invisible overhead speakers, the clear...
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Apr.15.2012
Today, following a disturbance in a downtown public library, police took into custody well-known local writer Winton Krell. Krell was found...
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Red Room Blogs banner photograph (at the top of the page) is of writer Ernest Hemingway with Lady Duff Twysden, Hadley Hemingway, and three unidentified people at a cafe in Pamplona, Spain, during the Fiesta of San Fermin in July 1925; photograph used courtesy of the Ernest Hemingway Collection, John F. Kennedy Presidential Library and Museum, Boston.