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Ailinn
Windchimer

1748 Posts

Posted - 03/19/2006 :  20:46:36  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
...further south down the Baja peninsula, curious, 35-ton California Gray whales are breaching and dancing and mating close to the pangas at Guerrero Negro. The whales were almost extinct in early 1900. Now 25 thousand make the yearly 10 thousand mile round- trip.
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Ailinn
Windchimer

1748 Posts

Posted - 03/20/2006 :  21:55:03  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
Drowsey Two Nose sleeps on the porch some nights. An arrangement he has with Ezekial. Zeke. Before Chloe arrived. Last night, Drowsey made it back to the yard. Well... Half in the yard and half in the gravel drive. He was down to Tinka's workin' on the Sierra when the Brock boys pulled in. About noon. They're Saturday faithfuls at the Casino. Drowsey's busted. Tapped-out. Broke. Alimony and child-support. But he's got those jugs of liquid light turnin' up all over the reservation. Chole doesn't allow them in. She's gone back to partin' her hair down the middle. Wearin' it in a braid.
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Ailinn
Windchimer

1748 Posts

Posted - 03/21/2006 :  21:29:46  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
She sits by him. At the fire. Beside the warmth they both lean towards. For hours. For years. Their shoulders melting in the dark.
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Doug L
Firefly

Canada
5427 Posts

Posted - 03/21/2006 :  22:50:15  Show Profile  Visit Doug L's Homepage  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
Even Faust begged the moment to stay.
Verweile doch, Du bist so schon.
Linger a while, for you are so beautiful.


visit http://www.myspace.com/dukelang
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Ailinn
Windchimer

1748 Posts

Posted - 03/23/2006 :  21:50:03  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
The Museum at Hidden Candle Cove is closed. Where she practices cartography. Apprenticed to the magician when Durrow was cold. 600 AD. Dim stars only he could see. An Ocean. History. His gaze so grave and strange. Her smile so brazen. Through centuries. The dust of the past. Holding them in thrall.
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Ailinn
Windchimer

1748 Posts

Posted - 03/25/2006 :  19:17:53  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
We are squatters at the gates of Paradise tonight. Bowing our heads and folding our hands. Waiting for our cold souls warm renewal. Prayers for all who are in harms way or hurting. Father, please bless us all.
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Craig
Firefly

Kyrgyzstan
3761 Posts

Posted - 03/25/2006 :  20:24:11  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
Bless us all...

Craig
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Ailinn
Windchimer

1748 Posts

Posted - 03/27/2006 :  18:35:07  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
A sea story. Where they wander in mortal forgetfulness. Through trees. Conflagrant green between Puerto Vallarta and Manzanillo's azure coves. A bluff-top above Careyes. Tile roof. Sun-dried adobe. Wrap-around wrought iron fence. Stone shrine in the courtyard corner. Neptune and Poseidon conspiring again. He sits with his chin in the palm of his hand. His faceted insight spread before him. His compass and sextant close to hand. His scrolled maps rolled out on the table. "Here," he says, tapping his finger when she glances over his shoulder. He points to X in the candlelit room. The house wraps itself around them. One more night. One more day.
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Ailinn
Windchimer

1748 Posts

Posted - 03/28/2006 :  19:25:46  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
She walks the bike through the sandy wash. Over tracks through eucalyptus and confetti pepper trees. Pushes the heavy door open. Hurries across the scarred, hardwood floor where he's waiting by the fireside in a puddle of rain. Steam rising around him in halos. Outside, the gauze sky begins to unspool. A star falls. Some broken shards of moon. His destiny. His quiet wreath of reverie. "Don't fix it," he says, "it's broken the right way."
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Ailinn
Windchimer

1748 Posts

Posted - 03/30/2006 :  19:11:43  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
Journal entry, March 31st, 1906.
Somewhere in the Central Valley:
"O, fragrant, lovely morning. The wash is on the line and the children, full of oatmeal. Even a few raisins, too.
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Ailinn
Windchimer

1748 Posts

Posted - 04/02/2006 :  20:04:39  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
They arrive at the edge of the world. "We'll stop here," he says, "for now."
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Craig
Firefly

Kyrgyzstan
3761 Posts

Posted - 04/03/2006 :  19:44:38  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
Honeysuckle in the air, Addicks deer feasting...
Good ride today, alone.

craig
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Ailinn
Windchimer

1748 Posts

Posted - 04/04/2006 :  01:26:43  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
The way is rutted and there is no road. Just the bonnet-tops of the wagons before us.
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Ailinn
Windchimer

1748 Posts

Posted - 04/05/2006 :  20:47:29  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
A fleeting thought caught in the corner of his eye. A faded signpost. Paved Road Ends. He remembers. Tells her the fog-bound story. Complimentary First Aid Kit. Elmer's Glue. Kindergarten glitter.
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Craig
Firefly

Kyrgyzstan
3761 Posts

Posted - 04/05/2006 :  21:12:31  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
When I was a child I caught a fleeting glimpse,
Out of the corner of my eye.
I turned to look but it was gone.
I cannot put my finger on it now.
The child is grown, the dream is gone.
I have become comfortably numb...


~Pink Floyd - "Comfortably Numb"
The Wall

It has been this way for three solid weeks. It has been sliced, disected and analyzed...again. I know better. It should be appreciated "as is". Nothing else listened to except "Looks Like Rain"

Craig
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Ailinn
Windchimer

1748 Posts

Posted - 04/06/2006 :  20:16:26  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
The bigger the window,
the more it trembles.

~Ted Kooser~
Nebraska, USA
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Ailinn
Windchimer

1748 Posts

Posted - 04/08/2006 :  19:26:36  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
We cross the Border early. Tijuana is busy. Our friends aren't prepared for the onslaught of children begging at 7am. Here, Death is a celebration. The children sell Chiclets and suck anise candy skulls all day. Fierce faces made with black and white sugar. Mischief in their eyes. Black rings around their sweet bud mouths.
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Ailinn
Windchimer

1748 Posts

Posted - 04/08/2006 :  19:31:18  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
Centuries old, they forget time and what rhymes with it. He pulls the sun from his pocket. Holds it above star-crossed trees. Orange groves at the edge of an ocean. Slim eucalyptus leaves. He guards the days blank pages faithfully. Under the accordion-pleated sky she lights candles. Sets the table. Places the fruit in a small wooden bowl. Hastily unpacks her trousseau.
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Ailinn
Windchimer

1748 Posts

Posted - 04/11/2006 :  18:22:08  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
Doug, thank you for your pictures. I wish you a sweet, memory-filled trip.
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Ailinn
Windchimer

1748 Posts

Posted - 04/11/2006 :  18:49:03  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
Hank, here's the original. (I eliminated much conversation about the dog. And whose sitting where at the card table. It's all in a trunk at the foot of the bed. What to save in case of earthquake or fire.)


NIGHTLY VIGIL AT THE CAFE LUPE

It is dark
The Cafe is empty
The kerosene lamp's yellow glow
Throws shadows against the adobe
I turn up the chairs on the tables
Sweep the dirt into a pile by the door
Outside the street is deserted
Except for stony-eyed horses
Shivering with equine fear
How the land falls away from us!
You stand beside me
Looking out from under
Your wide hat dreaming of horses
Your eyes trace the hawks flight above canyons
I lower my eyes against what you know
Your atavistic knowledge
When I look back again
Your eyes have turned to stars
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Edited by - Ailinn on 01/14/2016 13:02:23
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