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Ailinn
Windchimer

1756 Posts

Posted - 07/22/2009 :  21:14:24  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
Eve's a superstitious chronicler of his days. Won't change the things he's named. She has fire in her eyes and a rolling pin in her hand. A temper like loose mercury. She reaches for the coffee beans in their twist of brown paper, the grinder with its tiny aromatic drawer. He tips back in his gravity-defying chair. Folds his knuckles up under his prolific chin. Of course nothing is what it seems and...all is as it should be. His peppery grin, his profile split by divination. His legendary shenanigans. His cracked-in-half laughter and well-worn wings. "Save everything! he says.
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Doug L
Firefly

Canada
5427 Posts

Posted - 07/24/2009 :  22:37:30  Show Profile  Visit Doug L's Homepage  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
Reading Rilke on the strand at MacDonald Beach,
a Vietnamese man fishing on the old wooden pier
asleep beneath a parasol. I'm too alone in the world,
he wrote, yet not alone enough to make each hour holy.
A fish taking the hook would ruin the poetry of this day.

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San Diego
Rocker

456 Posts

Posted - 07/25/2009 :  16:22:08  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
Twelve hours. We cross the border before 6am. Our guests, Jerry and Lynn are Rhode Island people. Terrified and unhappy the way death is celebrated here. Candy skulls and grave site picnics. "Enjoy!" Mirella encourages, waving her beautiful hands around the decorated cemetery, the azure-blue and opal sky. A car passing by back-fires. "Oh, oh!" Alario says. Alario's a repeat. One of the Surf Camp Kids here for two weeks. Winner of the Intermediate Surf Contest in...RECORD HIGH WAVES!... (O, kiss my face, Alario!) He hands the couple a plate of tamales as Rueben picks up his guitar. Stu says, "Hang out a while, will ya, babe. I'm gonna get my shoes shined." Olympian shoe-shiners on every corner. Mirella and I look at each other. She's aware of my paranoid nature. I'm afraid these guys will have heart attacks on the wrong side of the fence. We pack it up and cross the border at 6:02. We head for Old Town in San Diego. Margaritas in a dozen flavors. Rancho Grande by a strolling mariachi band. "Viva, Mexico!" they say.

PS Tomorrow Mirella will be bringing her three friends...habanero, serrano, and jalapeno...to Jerry and Lynn's last dinner.

PPS Alario sure loves those dots too, Virginia...
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San Diego
Rocker

456 Posts

Posted - 07/26/2009 :  16:18:05  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
Jerry's widowed brother-in-law Brad drives down from Orange County. Mirella's Mayan Mystery Sauce saves the day. "You married?" Brad asks Mirella. "Thirty-plus years to my original man," Mirella says. "Me and her..." she nods towards me, "we're just gluttons for punishment."
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San Diego
Rocker

456 Posts

Posted - 07/26/2009 :  16:25:53  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
Alario flys to the top of a rolling green wall and with his arms extended, suspended in slow-mo time, he slides down the face of a twenty foot wave. Liquid on liquid. A tear running down a lovers cheek. The boy and the water are one. Kelly Slater and Mick Fanning are his heros. Alario's style is more Flores. Weightless. Graceful. Where's gravity? Invisible, the effort he puts into it. From Providence, Rhode Island. He turns 14 September 1st. Hey, all you guys hangin' ten at Waimea... WATCH OUT! A natural force is on its way.

"His surfboard in one hand
He spread his wings and landed
In the sacred place beneath the sacred tree..."
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Ailinn
Windchimer

1756 Posts

Posted - 07/29/2009 :  21:07:41  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
Cormac's Wake. A dangerous man crosses the border. His life was a fiction. Colossal with grief. A quilt of chilled lillies. Memorial wreaths. Folded roses and icy carnations. His Faith on gilt easels displayed for the crowd. A rosary with tears and candles.
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Ailinn
Windchimer

1756 Posts

Posted - 07/29/2009 :  21:09:46  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
The soul is a bird on a string straining for Heaven.

Saint John of the Cross
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San Diego
Rocker

456 Posts

Posted - 08/01/2009 :  17:43:52  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
For Gloria.

The rabbits are back en masse. They eat purple cabbage and garlic bread. They don't run when we come into the yard. Much less timid than before.

PS Thank you for posting the Gathering photos.

Ro

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San Diego
Rocker

456 Posts

Posted - 08/01/2009 :  17:48:36  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
Tell me what you see.

Don't write to a line and don't lie.

Mickey Newbury
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BarbraG
Windchimer

1821 Posts

Posted - 08/01/2009 :  21:25:58  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
Ice box. Wringer washer. Homemade hot chocolate
syrup with vanilla flavoring. Black cow. Sugarbabies.
Mary Janes. Bazooka. Sugardaddy. Small wax bottles
with koolaid inside. Wooden stoves. Stringing
tobacco with a table full of food waiting for workers.
Splattered watermelons (to see if they were ripe).
Homemade ice cream (pineapple). Teaberry gum.
BIG old BIG old cars, but new at the time.
Going to the fields at 04:30. (Why?) I guess to
beat the heat of the day for a little while, anyway.
All of the children taking a bath on the wrap-around
porch... in the same washtub. "The Lone Ranger" on the
radio at 5 p.m. and my grandfather sitting in his
rocking chair with one leg thrown over one side.
Three (table full) meals a day. Wonder how she did
it. There was peace and harmony on the old place.
There's nothing there, now, except these memories
and hundreds more.

I felt safe there.

Those were the days, my friend
We thought they'd never end ....
We'd sing and dance forever and a day..

Those were the days ....
Oh, yes ....
those were the days.

BGee
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Doug L
Firefly

Canada
5427 Posts

Posted - 08/10/2009 :  00:41:41  Show Profile  Visit Doug L's Homepage  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
Compassion is a blossom one day, a knife the next.
The blossom opens, issues a scent, enables us
to learn the heart of people we have yet to know,
remembering ahead to our meeting in a world
we only imagine. The knife is what cuts into us
for caring at all, while around us the pain
of living gathers. Hope is sharp, draws blood.
You cannot have the blossom without the blade.
Being wishful, we suffer. Sweet humanity,
the song we dream of singing.

DL
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Bill Smith
Windchimer

2390 Posts

Posted - 08/10/2009 :  01:51:58  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
It was a dark and stormy night.
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rodeo
Swinger

USA
733 Posts

Posted - 08/10/2009 :  03:28:21  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
...the rain fell in torrents, except at occasional intervals, when it was checked by a violent gust of wind...
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BarbraG
Windchimer

1821 Posts

Posted - 08/10/2009 :  11:35:10  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
The road was long, and the journey was bittersweet.
More sweet ... than bitter. The first fork in the
road was for him; the second one, for me. Sometimes,
in the middle of the night, I have long pondered
whether I should have taken the second one first.
I suppose that, just by asking myself that quesion,
I already have my answer. The road was long.


BGee
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Bill Smith
Windchimer

2390 Posts

Posted - 08/10/2009 :  12:20:35  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
She was mad. I made her mad. She pulled over to the side of the road in that torrential rain and told me to get the hell out of the car. Then I reminded her that it was my damned car!

She cried. She touched the softness in my inebriated heart, and I held her and kissed her. I promised her that I would by HER a car that she could kick me out of.

We went home, drank more wine, and lit a fire. Afterward, we lit a fire.
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BarbraG
Windchimer

1821 Posts

Posted - 08/10/2009 :  17:49:09  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
Wow - Howwww, BillyBoy.

WOWWW-HOWWWWWWWW.


BGee
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rodeo
Swinger

USA
733 Posts

Posted - 08/11/2009 :  13:41:05  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
"We went home, drank more wine, and lit a fire. Afterward, we lit a fire."

I woke up suddenly...realizing I was alone, I rubbed my eyes, pulled on my slacks and walked into the hallway where I smelled an old familiar smell...one that I thought I'd never smell again...could it be...??

Edited by - rodeo on 08/11/2009 13:41:58
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Ailinn
Windchimer

1756 Posts

Posted - 08/15/2009 :  16:23:37  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
...Eve steps out of Adam and trips over yesterday's newspaper. Rain drips down through their leaky roof. Plink, plink, plink into pots on the floor. Adam leans up on both elbows and yawns. Shakes the salty stars from his hair. So reliably alive! His fingerprints everywhere. A thread of smoke from the brand on his flammable heart rises like incense into the air. Eve sets the bread and fresh butter before him. The chipped crock of sticky fig jam. She grabs her Earth-friendly tote and heads off to the markets beckoning on the other side.
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BarbraG
Windchimer

1821 Posts

Posted - 08/19/2009 :  23:44:15  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
The walk out into the dark parking lot was the same
as always. Shadows. Sounds. And, very eerie.
Sometimes, the parking lot lights were on, and sometimes
not. Tonight was a "not" night. She almost always
found someone who could watch her until she made it to
her car. That was not the case this night. Her
heart began to beat faster and faster.. until it was
pounding in her chest. He wanted her to park far
away from the building because the car was...new. She
could never understand how he put so much emphasis and
importance on things ... instead of her. It had
become a common thought lately that he might have taken
out a Double Indemnity insurance plan on her life. She
had moved that thought to the forefront and intended
to see if she could learn the answer to that.

'What was that sound', she thought. That pounding on
the pavement that sounded like footsteps was screaming
in her brain. 'Run', she thought. But, she couldn't.
She was frozen in time and found herself unable to
scream. This had to be a nightmare. She stopped
suddenly and turned around.

It was him !! HIM ! How could she ever explain
why she was so terrified....She waited for him to get
closer, walking through the shadows of the night to
get to her side. She sighed and glanced down for a
second or two. He took her hand and, when she looked
up, he saw shock on her face. It WASN'T him, the
one that she loved. It was ... it was .... she screamed,
just before she fainted into his arms.


BGee




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Ailinn
Windchimer

1756 Posts

Posted - 08/20/2009 :  16:45:25  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
Saving paper. Blocks of cedar in the steamer trunk at the foot of their high iron bed. Soon everything smells like his forest. Makes Eve want to knock him down and fall on top of him, it does. "I'll tell truer stories," Eve says. "Not yet..." Adam says, eating his chowder out of the pan, and feeding the script through the shredder.
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