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Ailinn
Windchimer

2196 Posts

Posted - 01/15/2018 :  17:43:50  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
Keys left on the counter. The last light turned off. The van behind them listing to port on the S curves. The road flattening out along the coast. Too much fog? Too close to the water? "Hell, no!" he laughed, rearranging logs on the grate. The tinkering thing, she called it. He believed in the now and the present. Each and every one of them. Matched their lifelines on the tabletop under the cream-shade lamp that dimmed and brightened on its own. "Ghost in the mirage," he said.
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Ailinn
Windchimer

2196 Posts

Posted - 01/21/2018 :  15:37:39  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
Overheard conversation on a plane in the clouds. "Well... They have a future. And a past. And half the transplants in Tucson are in WITSEC anyway. All that dark window glass. It's how the end game plays out." A rent in the cumulus envelope. A lurch in the troposphere. A perihelion disturbance, the end game. The time machine in his DNA ticking too fast. Each astonishing moment.
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Ailinn
Windchimer

2196 Posts

Posted - 01/21/2018 :  15:46:09  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
The village women standing with candles when he emptied his pockets. All those U.S. dollars on the ground. That picture. Useless to bribe the gatekeeper. And later... A tray of sweet conchas to make them feel better about things.
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Ailinn
Windchimer

2196 Posts

Posted - 01/21/2018 :  15:52:09  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
He held her so still with his look. Just reached in and took hold of her mind, she said. The way he saw and said things. His voice around for hours those decades at the watery edge. North American harbors shiny with fish and container ships floating foreign treasure. She stood ankle-deep in an incoming tide. Felt it pull out again. Inevitably getting in deeper. You know how it is. The glyphs on the heart. The sear of stars.
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San Diego
Swinger

509 Posts

Posted - 01/25/2018 :  17:53:32  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
They're removing the pipeline ships used to offload oil to the Encina Power Plant. The new plant runs on natural gas. A barge is cutting it in sections and hauling it to Long Beach for disposal. They're also removing the rock jetty and the four hundred foot high smoke stack. A landmark for fifty-plus years. Many easels on the blufftops trying to capture a last 2018 image against the sky. From land and sea...the coastline's silhouette will change forever.
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Ailinn
Windchimer

2196 Posts

Posted - 01/25/2018 :  18:01:57  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
Detours. Ribboning blue over the Bay. Downslope. Cindery footpath and a wilder walk to the sea where the steep cliffs can't stand still. The curved ocean cleaving under cloud skein. "Write me a letter," he said crossing that bridge. Flowers at the Post Office before Forever stamps. Birds. Inventions. The American Frontier. Spacious skies. Amber waves of grain. The hand leading the Cavalry charge.

Edited by - Ailinn on 05/06/2019 17:35:21
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Ailinn
Windchimer

2196 Posts

Posted - 01/30/2018 :  16:37:07  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
One sidetracked morning. "...hahaha, don't count your chickens..." he's laughing with a dozen broken eggs on the floor. "Okay, okay..." he's still laughing, "There's this place... How 'bout we take a ride down there right now." The grain silos fly by on the passenger side. The mile-long boat and RV storage yards. Towering power lines and rolling brown hills dust-bright in Santa Ana. County-long mirages burned on her retinas on a never-ending road.

Edited by - Ailinn on 01/30/2018 16:58:50
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Ailinn
Windchimer

2196 Posts

Posted - 01/30/2018 :  16:43:27  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
How cold it was close to that bridge in spite of the felt weather stripping. The curtains lifted and fell to the sills. And the wind prayed all night through the shingles. A five octave scale of prayer. Gas was cheaper than electricity so the depended on the stove. He'd put a match to the pilot light and sit with his back to the open oven door. She'd keep her hands safety-high over steam from the kettle. Later he held her face in his hands. His thumbs resting on her cheekbones as if they might poke through.
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Ailinn
Windchimer

2196 Posts

Posted - 01/30/2018 :  16:47:07  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
He opened his eyes and he closed them. He knew where he was. The bright spots blossoming in the kitchen. The spangled windows postcard view. The same as yesterday. A house so full of sunshine she never took her sunglasses off. What happened and what they thought happened. Even they couldn't agree.
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Ailinn
Windchimer

2196 Posts

Posted - 02/07/2018 :  18:14:12  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
"Spell of remembrance," he calls the game they're playing. "Trapeze," she says. "For weeks in my sleep. Flinging myself through the air. Some music. Some terror. No net. Grab the bar. Let go. Somersault. Land on the tiny platform leaning over the crowd's miniature faces." He's cleaning the windshield. The movie in his mind making him pause with the squeegee. "...fly an' look down through the trees," he says, and he closes his eyes, "...see the tracks...see the road...how far it goes... All of it. Happening. Some nights...I got to bed early to fly. You can, ya know. If you remember...
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Ailinn
Windchimer

2196 Posts

Posted - 02/07/2018 :  18:22:20  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
"One more thing I want you to think about now, an' it's...it's...it's..." he said in full daylight. "You have the right to remain silent," she said, "anything you say can and will be...hahaha..." There's a rusting freight car sidelined on the edge of an antique town. A tin man tower. A bandstand gazebo. Just a whistle-stop really. A blink of the eye.
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Ailinn
Windchimer

2196 Posts

Posted - 02/12/2018 :  18:31:03  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
They'd fold their pliant knees and sit cross-legged on the floor with their stories. Plural candles. Circles of light. Smokey air. "Furious angels," she laughs. "Mother... Father gone too soon. No one to say what the photographs mean. No pictures from the green isle. Many scenes of New York City. Impersonal memories. The first night I didn't sleep. I sat on the floor with my back to the door hugging my knees. Strangers footsteps down the long hall. My ankle bones turning to stone. There were little angel pins I coveted. Presented at the end of each month to girls who broke no rules. It's true I wore my nightgown under my raincoat to Mass every morning. And after night prayers I lit every votive in the trays. I ran away to the trains and often came late to Confession. (Bless me, Father, I have no sins. For your Penance then, three Hail Mary's.) But my study hall monitor complained I was stubborn and made me pray the rosary kneeling on rice. It's okay, she says when he winces. It was Lent and I felt saved. Your turn now, she says, and he looks at his fists.
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Ailinn
Windchimer

2196 Posts

Posted - 02/12/2018 :  18:54:56  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
"We're here now..." he says early in some late twentieth century decade. He's washing his face over the sink with his eyes closed. Talking through the water about twenty-five cent matinee movies with popcorn, "...hahaha..." he laughs, "...what was that one...? Tied to the tracks every Saturday? Even as a kid...didn't think my eyes could...ever take it all in..." Now the sun is setting and the Knight is waiting in the gloaming.

Edited by - Ailinn on 02/13/2018 07:13:08
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San Diego
Swinger

509 Posts

Posted - 02/15/2018 :  17:44:12  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
We went to watch the gray whales migration. Open water about an hour out. First, the acrobatic dolphins. "Oh, my God!" someone shouts, and a fifteen foot high spout shoots into the air. One appears. Then two and three. Huge. Forty feet long. They seem to take up the whole ocean. "Are they always in there?" Daniel asks wide-eyed. "Not near your house," Jon says. "They're on a long trip. They're too big to fly or take the train so they have to swim to San Ignacio." Daniel looks at his whale fluke tee shirt, raises his arms and flexes his muscles, "Okay," he says. Later we go to Cabrillo lighthouse and Fort Rosecrans National Cemetery. One hundred thousand white gravestones on the hill overlooking the Bay. Too much to take in without tears. San Diego is becoming glitzified but there's still a lot of real things to see.

Edited by - San Diego on 11/20/2019 14:18:50
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Ailinn
Windchimer

2196 Posts

Posted - 02/20/2018 :  19:20:43  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
I lived on an island. I played on the docks. I pestered the fishermen. Every edge was water. Or water's reflection. The first thing my father taught me to paint. Bright light lapping round-bottom boats. Atlantic light he said was holy. An easel arrived by ferry when I was five. "Did you like it there...? Did you want to stay...?" he asks. There was snow in the winter, she says.
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Ailinn
Windchimer

2196 Posts

Posted - 02/20/2018 :  19:26:08  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
"Write it all down," he said, "make sense of it later." Loose pages in the desk drawer. "Like a journey, honey. The days flow of color." A puzzle she saw in pieces. "You're standing with your nose up against one pixel," he said, "step back and see the big picture." He was the gleaner of truths. The ramshackle edge. The ravel between the mortal and the divine.
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Joe Z
Windchimer

USA
1819 Posts

Posted - 02/21/2018 :  16:01:43  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
"You're standing with your nose up against one pixel," he said, "step back and see the big picture."

Mick: "I actually wanted to be an artist / painter. Had an art scholarship."

Joe: "Do you paint now?"

Mick: "No I will stare at a blank canvas for 6 hours!"

Joe: "On a trip to Paris I saw the amazing Mona Lisa in the Louvre."

Mick: "Let me tell you a story about Leonardo da Vinci's The Last Supper. (Mick got excited talking about da Vinci.) Leonardo had painted the tablecloth with immaculate picture-in-picture detail. When da Vinci asked his students what they noticed about the painting, they replied, 'the beautiful tablecloth!' That same day da Vinci painted over the tablecloth with a brilliant white, as he wanted Jesus to be the focal point of the painting."

"That story," Mick explained, "teaches us a great deal about… not just painting… but life."

Edited by - Joe Z on 02/26/2018 07:05:58
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San Diego
Swinger

509 Posts

Posted - 02/23/2018 :  17:55:37  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
In the San Diego Union-Trib this morning: Neanderthal art found in caves in Spain. Images and ornaments before Homo sapiens. Amazing. The lean toward expression and beauty.

Mick was writing with a gold pen that leaked. I had a box of museum note cards on the desk and he picked up one he liked. The Lady of Shalott...embossed with gold fingerprints.

Love you, Joe
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Ailinn
Windchimer

2196 Posts

Posted - 02/24/2018 :  18:03:43  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
Biscayne Boulevard before Nantucket. My parents eating shrimp cocktails in sweet orange air. Greyhound could get me there. Leave the lilacs behind. Find the billboard highway. Pecan pie. Pecan candy. Pecan everything. Three...two...one miles... You're here! Sea oats and sand dollars with doves inside. A cottage. My own walls. Small trouble. Blue enamel coffee pot on the stove. Tropical haze out the window. He can look at you a long time without blinking.
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Ailinn
Windchimer

2196 Posts

Posted - 03/03/2018 :  17:00:16  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
"...Gothic churches. Tall saints by the river. Cracked marble floors and wine-stained sofas beyond the ornate vestibule. Adhesive tape names on the boxes. Back-to-back grand pianos. Everyone smoking. Not a clean glass in sight. Tunnel nights slipping through turnstiles in the west heart of the city. Up on the avenue you had to move fast. Blossoming paranoia. I went to school now and then. I went to Technicolor movies. Overtures. Big music." "...but what did you dream about back then...?" he asks. They're sitting so close their knees are touching. "A road I'd never been on before..." she says, "...can your dark machine take us there?"
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