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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

1802 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

2381 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

1802 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

1513 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

1802 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

1513 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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Ailinn
Windchimer

1513 Posts

Posted - 08/23/2009 :  16:23:34  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
I live down the road from you. On clear nights you can see my house from your house. From your front porch where the viny roses grow. I know where your room is. You're sleeping there now. Or you're awake. This is just to say...
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Ailinn
Windchimer

1513 Posts

Posted - 08/23/2009 :  16:29:23  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
Santa Ana in a vacant parking lot. The Cloud 9 Shuttle arrives on time with its cheery sunshine and palm tree logo. NO RESERVATIONS NEEDED in Cloud-9-Blue letters on either side. The Driver's cap at a jaunty angle, hanging on the rear view mirror. He ignores the fern-like flames twining around her ankles. He reaches through the open door and pulls her up the WATCH YOUR STEP stairs. She's fishing through her pockets for the fare she can't afford. Fire engines wailing up and down the Coast Highway.
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Ailinn
Windchimer

1513 Posts

Posted - 08/23/2009 :  16:32:30  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
"The spread-open fan of memory..." he says. "Fragrant jasmine in the courtyard. Pointy stars. And you...waking up from your drama-full dreams. High cheekbones and stuck-up nose, hahaha..."
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Ailinn
Windchimer

1513 Posts

Posted - 08/23/2009 :  16:35:21  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
Like Baum's Bazaar on the prairie. Finger bowls and silver call bells...salt cellars and their magic like. What was it he said?... "Now we can cross the Shifting Sands..."
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Doug L
Firefly

Canada
5416 Posts

Posted - 08/23/2009 :  21:44:53  Show Profile  Visit Doug L's Homepage  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
SONG

A rowan like a lipsticked girl.
Between the by-road and the main road
Alder trees at a wet and dripping distance
Stand off among the rushes.

There are the mud-flowers of dialect
And the immortelles of perfect pitch
And that moment when the bird sings very close
To the music of what happens.

Seamus Heaney
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Ailinn
Windchimer

1513 Posts

Posted - 08/24/2009 :  18:36:23  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply

We still believe what we hear.

Seamus Heaney
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Ailinn
Windchimer

1513 Posts

Posted - 08/24/2009 :  18:55:41  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
Doug, did you happen to bump into Anna Livia Plurabelle on your strolls beside the Liffy in Dublin town?
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Ailinn
Windchimer

1513 Posts

Posted - 08/26/2009 :  21:41:08  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
He owns a tugboat company. Works for Scripps oceanography. "Cream," he calls that job. Doesn't want fish in his design. Wants music. "Take your time," he says, "I want it to be..." He looks back to shore. To the house with sunshine splashed on all the windows. "...magic." He's headed out to sea to pull the Broken Brick in. At 50 miles there's epic fog. Low skies with wailing birds cries. Salt mist air...a holy presence. They'll have to move fast, he knows. Pirates and sailors. Renegade saints. Love's homeless refugees. Accomplices on this journey.
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San Diego
Rocker

420 Posts

Posted - 08/29/2009 :  17:59:51  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
"Two tin cans...and...a thousand miles of string..."
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Doug L
Firefly

Canada
5416 Posts

Posted - 08/30/2009 :  01:09:50  Show Profile  Visit Doug L's Homepage  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
My last night there, Ailinn, after dinner with Christy, he drove us
to Phoenix Park and then over to Chapelizod. We crossed the bridge
that is called Anna Livia, or Droichead Abhainn na Life. It was
renamed on the 100th anniversary of Joyce's birth. Frank Harte,
the great ballad collector and a dear friend of Christy's, lived
in Chapelizod.

http://www.time.com/time/magazine/article/0,9171,925569-1,00.html
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Ailinn
Windchimer

1513 Posts

Posted - 08/30/2009 :  15:48:00  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
Doug, I liked her limbs and high forehead in the fountain, but I don't know where she rests now. That whole bunch from the Wake, though...they're all waiting for us at the big table.
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Doug L
Firefly

Canada
5416 Posts

Posted - 08/30/2009 :  20:47:29  Show Profile  Visit Doug L's Homepage  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
I found the best way to read Joyce was to drink one shot
of Jameson's per page. It took me about three years to
finish Finnegans Wake. By then I'd learned to walk on glass.
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