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Doug L
Firefly

Canada
5417 Posts

Posted - 03/17/2006 :  23:58:05  Show Profile  Visit Doug L's Homepage  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
Don't surrender your loneliness
so quickly. Let it cut more deep,
let it ferment and season you.
As few human or even divine ingredients can.

Something missing in my heart tonight
has made my eyes so soft,
my voice so tender,
my need of God so absolutely clear.

Don't surrender your loneliness
so quickly.


-Muhammad Hafiz


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Ailinn
Windchimer

1550 Posts

Posted - 03/18/2006 :  17:15:20  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
This morning Mirella brought beautiful, hardy plants in a wine crate shaped like a rainbow. A rainbow with winged words ~Blue Loon Winery~ flying out of a pot of gold. Mirella has a green thumb. Perfect petals and shiny leaves. I have a black one. Except with cactus living year-round at the edges. Guardians of the ground they survey. Lonesome, reclusive, and sharp. Later, with our hands in the potting soil I ask Mirella, "...do you think it's a reflection of our characters?" "Hahaha," she says. "You look too much into things."
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Ailinn
Windchimer

1550 Posts

Posted - 03/18/2006 :  17:18:50  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
"You are never alone," he says, "I'm holding your heart out of harms way." His gaze slides down the face of every wave. Or catches in the rear-view mirror on the closed fire road home. Suddenly flooded with astral light. The moon, a bright sickle above them.
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Craig
Firefly

Kyrgyzstan
3744 Posts

Posted - 03/18/2006 :  19:48:35  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
Coming back through the bike trails yesterday, we stumble upon each other, the first copperhead of the season. It recoiled in fear as I passed by, neither one of us wanting a closer encounter. Spring is here...

Craig
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Ailinn
Windchimer

1550 Posts

Posted - 03/19/2006 :  17:48:04  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
Black satin nights. Bells pulling the sky apart. Walk out in the morning and the sun strikes them temporarily blind.
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Ailinn
Windchimer

1550 Posts

Posted - 03/19/2006 :  20:24:24  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
Like others before her, she went down to the harbor with her pockets filled with stones. Smooth and heavy. Ready to slip into the sibilant sea. To raise the ship. To lift it off the cold, ocean floor.
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Ailinn
Windchimer

1550 Posts

Posted - 03/19/2006 :  20:33:17  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
The APL Panama is anchored in open seas off the coast of Baja Mexico. Refloated at 4:40am March 10th by Edinburgh salvage master, David Stirling. The 835 foot-long container ship ran aground Christmas day inside Ensenada's harbor. Close enough to walk out and touch at low tide. The Panama's estimated worth is 50 million American dollars. Her cargo, twice that much. The salvage costs may run to 10 million. The vessel was salvaged under the time-honored "no cure-no pay" rule. Now Mr. Stirling goes home to Scotland where, "I have nothing to do with the sea."
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Ailinn
Windchimer

1550 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

1550 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

1550 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
5417 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.


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Ailinn
Windchimer

1550 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

1550 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
3744 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

1550 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

1550 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

1550 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

1550 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
3744 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

1550 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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