Friday, June 8, 2018
Tale Of A Broken Coccyx
The airborne fluff from the cottonwood trees surrounding the lake across the road gives the impression that it is snowing on this very warm and sunny day. Though I can't see the tree itself from here, it makes me happy to know it is there. It takes me back to my childhood home and the huge...
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Thursday, June 7, 2018
The Fourth Day
The First Day, the words flowed and my fingers tapped across the keyboard telling what was on my mind that was important to me and I felt interesting for someone else to read. It needed very little editing. All it needed was a little photo that I had taken last year, and it was tucked away in my...
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Sunday, June 3, 2018
Phil Has A Job
He cannot speak. At least he can not form words or voice his mind, but he speaks with his eyes, his expressions, his body language, his smile, his laughter. I have never seen a person not smile back at him or get angry at him, or desire to mistreat him. Curiosity is the worst reaction I've seen and...
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Saturday, June 2, 2018
Two-Thirds Over And Gone
SPRING IN THE EYES OF RIBCAGE woods rife with birdsong alive in fresh air nothing but puffery blowin' the hair. kilter yer lemma furbish the bell toss those long-johns six feet in the air. I don't think anyone dislikes winter more than Ribcage. He learned to hate it when he was in the US Navy and...
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Friday, June 1, 2018
Falling By The Wayside
When the mind does not want to furnish the fingers the wherewithal to exercise the keyboard to produce an interesting or educational or comical post, one might as well take leave (fall by the wayside) and do something more conducive to life and living. Thus, in the interest of spring cleaning, I...
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