Category: fiction

Things, Places Not As They Seem

On Tuesday, my Inevitable Coffee Ring for the post (Finding the Nerve) was clear and simple. It was about the Great New York State Fair, types patrons you would see at the fair were talked about, facing fears and pursuing passions, thrill rides were mentioned, and the moment before the coaster’s speedy descent and travel…

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An Opus: An Interlude

It’s a definable moment.  That instant when you glimpse something new in someone, or in their eyes, or breathe in their skin, and melt… – Gunmetal Geisha ~ ~ ~ Lifted my arms out and tenderly whispered ‘I’ve lost my way somehow’  – We Are Augustines, from “Walkabout” (Augustines, 2014) There stands a door. It’s…

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Rebecca’s Challenge (#002)

He came across the other, this about a quarter of noon, lying upon a fallen tree. He hopped on over to this buffoon to egg him on, to get his daily taunting over and done.  The sun wasn’t as bright as some days had been in the past; however, the day was simply another day, and there would be…

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An Opus: Third Movement

“Life is a state of mind.” – Being There (1979) The scene at lake side is cold enough to kill all the noise, the sounds anticipated to be heard are lost in the clouded intensity the bitterness brought.  The slight wind flicks at branches, but only at the flimsiest and weakest limbs, and the trees they’ve sprouted from stand…

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An Opus: Second Movement

*     *     * “Now sleeps the crimson petal, now the white; Nor waves the cypress in the palace walk; Nor winks the gold fin in the porphyry front; The fire-by wakens:  waken thou with me…” – Alfred, Lord Tennyson from “The Princess” *     *     * The morning…

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Observations

***   ***   *** Love like a drag from a cigarette.* ***   ***   *** My reluctance walked slowly, backwards out of my mouth. ***   ***   *** Her thoughts are flower petals, bold and poignant.  However, one you try to move, manipulate those those words, petals off the stem, they brown…

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An In-Between (#005)

Eyes are closed. Checking posture.  Breathing deep, and repeat, and repeat, and repeat… [Begin] Cobalt blue wood paneling.  That’s the house right there.     Breathing deep, and repeat, and repeat, and repeat… There’s a dilapidated shack-like porch on the back side of the house.  Do you see that? Hey! [Open Eyes] The cobalt blue…

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