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Ailinn
Windchimer

2155 Posts

Posted - 09/18/2016 :  17:06:27  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
A steep curb corner overlooks the bay and the bridge where ships are silently rocking. Morse code flickers at the skylines metallic edge. Gale force winds force them backwards up the hill. He turns up her collar in front of Vincenzo's bakery. (Six kinds of macaroons in the window.) His lips are cold in November.
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Ailinn
Windchimer

2155 Posts

Posted - 09/18/2016 :  17:10:43  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
Dawn light climbing out of the Sonoran bowl ringing the harsh Santa Rosas. Bougainvillea circling the courtyard with tissue-thin memories. Mica-flecked air and honey-thick sun in his benevolent mirage. He watches the blinking lizards and slow-moving trains. The desert's mural magic. The mountains around them grinding down to sand. Days go by. Years pass.
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Craig
Firefly

Kyrgyzstan
3793 Posts

Posted - 09/20/2016 :  20:17:48  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
Lightnin' bugs tonight...
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buckman
Firefly

USA
2819 Posts

Posted - 09/22/2016 :  10:38:22  Show Profile  Visit buckman's Homepage  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
~*~ Been a few years of depression and over work. Stopping to tip my hat and say howdy.~*~


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Joe Z
Windchimer

USA
1819 Posts

Posted - 09/22/2016 :  13:07:51  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
Howdy, Hank. Wonderful to see you in these parts!
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Ailinn
Windchimer

2155 Posts

Posted - 09/28/2016 :  17:37:11  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
He's fascinated with sleep and the nature of dreams. The RPM's slowing down. The progression of alpha, theta, and delta waves. Alternative states of consciousness. REM time and spindle spikes and the bubble in the level that tips the mystery in. He's a master of this labyrinthine tangle. "What's dripping in the pan in the moment..." he grins. He's scraping his stick against the white-washed fence. She's skipping along beside him trundling her hoop. Sweet lullaby light coming down. DO NOT DISTURB sign on the door.
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Ailinn
Windchimer

2155 Posts

Posted - 10/04/2016 :  20:39:55  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
Houses on cliffs or on sand where the sea comes in aslant. His eyes surprised everyday the way the shore changes, "...an' all that water out there..." A vineyard town where he falls asleep in slow motion. Where the hours are tolled by Mission bells and the dirt roads all have saints names. A house in the hills with nascent light through the trees. Dawn branches briefly shining. Coyote footprints on the cold tile floor. Birds of Paradise. Hot hedges. Barefoot days when crossing the creek bridge just meant watching out for splinters.
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Ailinn
Windchimer

2155 Posts

Posted - 10/10/2016 :  17:08:57  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
He consorted with angels exquisitely versed in mortal ways. The loud moments. The blossom in the blood. Hearts at the brink trapped in the mechanics of time. Dreams lying broken on the floor. The sadness in them. He captured it all in his paintings. He leaned into the easel and his redemptive art.
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Ailinn
Windchimer

2155 Posts

Posted - 10/10/2016 :  17:12:06  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
They had seen the light. More than once. Portal of transformation. He said it was beautiful. A delicate mist. She said it was short sticks of lightning that crackle and hiss. They both said they were not afraid.

Edited by - Ailinn on 01/25/2020 13:57:09
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Ailinn
Windchimer

2155 Posts

Posted - 10/10/2016 :  17:14:07  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
"It's your paranoid nature to look too much into things," my friend Mirella says.
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Ailinn
Windchimer

2155 Posts

Posted - 10/18/2016 :  19:21:33  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
They're out on the street mining sunshine. Pockets full of match books and ball point pens. He likes Marina Bank's best. Both blue and black ink a block from the harbor where in Winter they'll sit outside with bowls of hot chowder in the fog. But this is Autumn. The Bay and the Pier and the palm-studded sky. The red setting sun slipping under the Bridge. The single-runway. The Star. The Embarcadero. The Sailor and the mute Fortune Teller in the Fall-threaded light aware of an air of enchantment.
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Ailinn
Windchimer

2155 Posts

Posted - 11/01/2016 :  14:19:39  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
In the province of memory they sit on the corner drinking cup after cup under extravagant sunshine. Mona Lisa's sly smile across India. Jacaranda and vanishing bungalows climbing straight up to the Park. The reflection pool with its lotus and lily pads. Mosaic domes and fountains. The magic carousel. Flocks of seagulls sweeping over steep West Laurel Street where the cars go airborne and the jets and Interstate 5 fly over it all.
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Ailinn
Windchimer

2155 Posts

Posted - 11/01/2016 :  14:29:52  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
Another time this happens. He's stuffing rolled newspapers along the sash and the sills in a house on Vertigo Hill. A torrent of rain rushes the panes and loosens the turret's slate shingles. He's trying to quiet the wind whistling through the transom. Through the plaster walls and high mantel. A flash of white lightning slices the wide sky which at 10am looks like midnight. It's Sunday morning and all hell breaks loose pulling them into deeper water. These so stubborn two. "The truth under all the truths," he says. She hears it as a prayer.
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Doug L
Firefly

Canada
5446 Posts

Posted - 11/05/2016 :  05:40:52  Show Profile  Visit Doug L's Homepage  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
This was the same bargain promised for longer
than she had been alive. It recommends ongoing sacrifice.
It is the dry bread given to the hungry.
It is a wild promise enabling the poor to sleep and dream.
It is the bare patch of ground on the reservation
where nothing grows. It is the old dilemma, a poison,
and we sell it to one another as medicine.
It is a river we cannot drink from.
It is the fear of winter.
It is the eye that does not see.
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San Diego
Swinger

508 Posts

Posted - 11/07/2016 :  01:34:29  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
It's good to see you here, Doug.
Hope life is treating you kindly.
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Ailinn
Windchimer

2155 Posts

Posted - 11/15/2016 :  17:28:24  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
They spoke their wishes and never tired of Once upon a time...stories. The quick climb into memory's elastic clock. Those long ago heart-driven years. Curious children intent upon naming each infinite blade of grass. Her fingertips stained with India ink. His imagination stunning the unprepared air. "In the morning..." she said, "I want coffee. A walk on the beach. What do you want?"
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Ailinn
Windchimer

2155 Posts

Posted - 11/15/2016 :  17:33:07  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
And so it continued. Murals of untraveled roads appeared on the cliff side walls where the children gathered around him at the high tide mark. Sometimes he'd touch their chins or the tips of their noses with his manifest brush. How they cried out in delight for his colors.
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Ailinn
Windchimer

2155 Posts

Posted - 11/19/2016 :  12:34:58  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
His art so obvious and so hidden. His infinite...but selective patience. His moods multi-faceted like a jewel. Half in sunlight half in shadow the grass trembles and the trees step out of his way when he grows quiet with condensed chaos. A little capricious lightning at the horizon. The tyranny and consequences of indifferent time. Heart on the line when he leans back on the deck with his palms resting on his knees listening to the gulls epic stories. He closes his eyes then. His old closed-eye grin.
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Joe Z
Windchimer

USA
1819 Posts

Posted - 11/20/2016 :  08:50:54  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
"His art so obvious and so hidden."

Now coming to you live right outside the AM band...
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buckman
Firefly

USA
2819 Posts

Posted - 11/20/2016 :  10:25:50  Show Profile  Visit buckman's Homepage  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
Take me down to the river Jesus
And wash away my sin
I need a little help getting
Out of this hole I'm in
Just a hand or a strong breeze
To lift me from my knees
And I'll be back in the air
and flying free.

I knelt by the side of her bed in the dark
Said, Honey, why would you leave me now?
She turned away and in a voice so soft but oh so clear
She said,
You left me for whiskey, you left me for women,
You left me year after year.
I always stood by you, I always waited
I cry every night, but you never hear.
This is where I get off, it's over and done
but never forget the reason I'm through.
I didn't leave you, it was you that left me
It never was me, it was you.

I knelt by the side of the road in the dark
said, Lord, why have you forsaken me so?
You let him slip away just as we became friends
The pain from that night will never ever end.
He turned toward me and in a voice so soft but oh so clear
He said,
You left me for whiskey, you left me for women,
You left me year after year.
I always stood by you, I always waited
I cry every night, but you never hear.
But, this is where you get on, walk to the boat and ride
The river isn't deep and it only looks so wide
But never forget the reason this came true
I didn't leave you, it was you that left me
It never was me, it was you
Son, it never was me, it was you.

Take me down to the river Jesus
And wash away my sin
I need a little help getting
Out of this hole I'm in
Just a hand or a strong breeze
To lift me from my knees
And I'll be back in the air
and flying free.

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Edited by - buckman on 11/20/2016 10:26:41
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