This narrow passage harbors the path of the lone wolf wise beyond eons but empty of fight now A symphony of days gathers as leaves scatter to the centers of the four corners of a wind plagued land Lone wolf, long in the tooth cautious with the remnants of tribal secrets once chanted by medicine … Continue reading
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When Star Girl Crashed
I started out a solid 4.2 which was almost enough to qualify for a table at Trois Mec. “Sorry,” the doorman said, you’ll need to be a minimum of a 4.32 to dine here. Well whatever then, and it was all good till I headed to the gas station and some old geezer barked at … Continue reading
Digging to China
The day the sinkhole gave way it was partly cloudy with 73% humidity it formed on the asphalt at the mouth of the alley where the prickly cactus was promising peek-a-boo yellow blooms and who knew, right? The bottom fell out in fathomless delight! we jumped in anyway and landed in China It worked well … Continue reading
Dawning
I saw this beauteous hour when the sun burst through with wild abandon merciful and golden on a day when anything seemed possible after the tortuous night belching wind gales, a night so dark, even the swallows refused to fly we came hither from the madness after night took a scalpel to the sky and … Continue reading
Smorgasbord Posts from Your Archives – #Family – Melanie and Me by L. T. Garvin
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Welcome to the fourth of the posts from the archives of L. T. Garvin and this week she shares her memories of her best friend in Junior High School and their aspirations to enter the talent contest with the classic Proud Mary by Ike and Tina Turner….keep on rolling…
In School Suspension
She was rhythm with ringlets daring girl a dynamo inside denim leggins mischievous and head-on bold eyes lined in black noir hot sauce on a stormy night. “What’s that sub’s name, Miss Brussel Sprouts?” No, Miss Tight Pants Instead I composed a direct, curt smile. Drifting from side to side in a room of square … Continue reading
