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Ailinn
Windchimer
2197 Posts |
 Posted - 10/21/2020 : 16:57:21
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-Valley of the Gods. "No guardrails."
-"Think about..." Blue midnight. People walking in the street with candles. "...what's in my other mind. Think out loud. I'm listenin'..." he laughs. Flash of gold she wants to touch with her finger.
-The stars come on. The fish stay low. The wind sings in the branches.
-Flickering balconies in Heaven. A little disturbance on the ground. Someone shaking the ladder.
-You more here than me now. |
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Ailinn
Windchimer
2197 Posts |
Posted - 11/01/2020 : 15:57:27
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Standard Time.
Melancholy in the clock tower. |
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Ailinn
Windchimer
2197 Posts |
Posted - 11/01/2020 : 16:04:53
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| Spicy air. Fog-wrapped eucalyptus. "A life like that... Could not be lived today. Worlds away... Don't go there without me," he says. Little dints on the brush where he holds it between his teeth and talks around it. Smooth stones. Old tin of Hail Mary Band-Aids on the deck rail. "No dark books," he says. "No bad cards." |
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BarbraG
Windchimer
1825 Posts |
Posted - 11/06/2020 : 01:37:39
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The noise outside her window exploded in her room, woke her from a sound, dreaming sleep. She sat up on the bed, and her first instinct was to look out of the window. The small voice in her head said, "If you hear a noise outside, DON'T look out of your window because someone might think you saw something you didn't see !! Call the cops.. Let them look outside your window.." That voice had been her dad's as she was growing up.. He had been in the O.S.S. in WW II and had been the fourth man to be accepted into Special Forces when it was organized. The things he had taught his family were all from his own training. You wouldn't know it to look at him, but he was a 5'8" Trojan Horse, his brain FULL of intelligence training that kept him and his men alive in many wars.... He had been gone a long time, but those words still rang in her brain... "DON'T LOOK !! " "DO NOT LOOK !! " She got up, standing very still in the dark corner of her room where she had chosen to put her bed so that it wasn't close to any window, only the door. What was she going to do ? Oh, it was so hard not to walk over and open the edge of the curtain ... but, .... she didn't !
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San Diego
Swinger
509 Posts |
Posted - 11/06/2020 : 13:06:15
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| Well, now... Look who's home. Happy to see you, BG. Hope all is well. Love, Ro. |
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Ailinn
Windchimer
2197 Posts |
Posted - 11/06/2020 : 13:47:35
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| A wait at the airport blowing on coffee to cool it. Liquid time. Dali's watches. Sunset on the tower. Planes setting down. His familiar strangeness and cherished face. His uncomplicated goodness on the Old Town road home. The faithful ring bells on the church steps. Wide doors. High-wheel chandeliers. Hallowed light. An altar of angels. Lace mantillas on bowed heads. Peddlers and Mariachi in the cobbled mall. Twinkling lights. Mist on the breakers rolling in. Ships under shooting stars. |
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buckman
Firefly
USA
2825 Posts |
Posted - 11/12/2020 : 12:39:03
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Feel like I should ask for less
Begging you to give me more
Feel like I’m walking underwater
Thinking of you walking out the door.
Never been a problem with us
That loving could not fix
Never been a problem with me
That I didn’t think I could kick.
Everything I ever wanted
Is right here by my side
All I ever needed
Is what I tried to hide.
Feel like I’m asking for less
Feel like you’re giving me more
Feel like you’re walking underwater
Watching me walk out the door
Everything we ever wanted
Is right here by our side
All we ever needed
Is what we tried to hide.
Never been a problem with us
That loving could not fix
Never been a problem with me
That I didn’t think I could kick.
Feel like I should ask for less
Begging you to give me more
Feel like I’m walking underwater
Thinking of you walking out the door.
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Ailinn
Windchimer
2197 Posts |
Posted - 11/12/2020 : 21:41:51
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| The city is melting in a sheen of heat. They climb West Laurel to get to the Park. The trees. The coolness inside stone buildings. His hand is dry. Almost crisp. They stay until moonlight. They forget where the car is parked. The mosaic tower is enchanted. |
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Ailinn
Windchimer
2197 Posts |
Posted - 11/13/2020 : 10:23:04
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| The painting that tricks the air. The cloth with light-infused edges. His fingerprints showing through. The weave evanescent. Ephemeral. Haunting shadows with glasses raised on the wall. Door open in the distance. Fading compass legend. A mute question mark. He shrugs. Stitches under his shirt where his wings were mended. |
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Ailinn
Windchimer
2197 Posts |
Posted - 11/20/2020 : 17:35:03
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| Heat spills from the grates. The faithful dust shifts and settles. "She's running away," Claire tattles. "She's taking her winter coat!" "I had my own portable world," she laughs. He gives her his long pensive look. Blue eyes. A surprise to her brown. The traffic picks up when the light changes. Spires and boom cranes crowd the clouds. Street trees spin petals to the ground. His hair lifts from his collar. His profile repeats in Blick's windows. "That's you and you and you..." she says. |
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Ailinn
Windchimer
2197 Posts |
Posted - 11/22/2020 : 16:30:56
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| This is where the world begins. Where the tide tells the time twice daily. In fog it comes alive around you. Water-swollen ground where the marsh comes up quickly. Gulls and terns and pipers. Like kids with a secret, "Our own ocean..." he says. His laugh fathoms deep. |
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Ailinn
Windchimer
2197 Posts |
Posted - 11/22/2020 : 16:37:01
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| The good hours. She watches his chest rise and fall. Candles tracking the stars. Lemons in the yard glowing yellow. "Just imagine..." he says. |
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buckman
Firefly
USA
2825 Posts |
Posted - 11/29/2020 : 02:46:02
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I sit in the darkness,
in the back of the cafe.
Carmelita tries to come to me
But I send her away.
When the madness comes
it is the only time I feel
I know who I really am.
Most of the time
I leave myself behind somewhere,
somewhere in a past that
comes only in shadows;
Only in memories.
I wish my memory was in my heart,
so I could cut them both out
with one slice...
[For Mick] |
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Ailinn
Windchimer
2197 Posts |
Posted - 12/03/2020 : 17:42:16
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"...both sides of the glass..." he says.
-Border songs. Ash aisles off Revolución. Death in the streets before dawn. Blue air mineral-heavy Harbor. Late sunsets. Red clouds. Votives in niches down the loggia wall. A basket of limes on the table. The widow's hand-hemmed pillow cases and petal-soft sheets.
-San Elijo first light. Storm out past the breakwater stalking the sky. Odd shine on the water. Two blue herons in green reeds. Their prehistoric presence. He's standing at the window with his palms resting on the edge of the sink. "Did you feel it?" he asks later. She knows what he's thinking. Time stalled. Distilled. Fish in the shallows of his mind.
-A walk on wooden sidewalks. Wet bench where the dew sat down. Cloud scud over the orchard. Sun glisten. Rush of blushing blossoms in a high apple town. The ardent edge to it all.
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Ailinn
Windchimer
2197 Posts |
Posted - 12/16/2020 : 18:01:49
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| The phone rings in the kitchen. The old phone with its long-distance cord. "Had to talk to you. Had to," he says. "There again... Grey all the time." Rain on the line in a city he's lost in. Oil-slick freeway. Gasoline dreams. Fire in barrels on the corner and under the overpass. "Oh, a whole bunch of badness," he laughs. His mind, kaleidoscopic. Notes on flash paper. Tricks in the bag he keeps near him. |
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Ailinn
Windchimer
2197 Posts |
Posted - 12/16/2020 : 18:21:58
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| Apple cake on J-Dock. Waves all foam and glitter. His eyes shot through with silver. Sky so blue and pure the earth shines. Unlikely Eden. |
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Ailinn
Windchimer
2197 Posts |
Posted - 12/20/2020 : 16:23:25
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| "Put me to sleep, honey..." he says, "...do that." She touches his forehead, his face, his hair. His breathing slows. Becomes shallow. "The part where you left off last time. Gold wire..." he says, "...start there." "White outside the window," she says. "Trees sheathed in ice. Forest like a glistening green wall. Low light on the choir in the nave. Gold wire halos. The Sacristy lamp's red glow. First Christmas alone." She watches his chest rise and fall. "A year later, the grand Cathedral in the city my father called America. I wasn't afraid in the subway. Fifty Hail Mary's on a Rosary." "That life..." he says with his eyes closed, "...save it all." |
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buckman
Firefly
USA
2825 Posts |
Posted - 12/29/2020 : 18:19:53
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Sometimes at the start
We give away a bit too much
She talked about her past
I talked about my dreams and such
We lived so far apart
Just couldn't find that middle ground
But this old world keeps spinnin
And that past keeps comin 'round.
Every time she heads for Mobile
I go headin for the bottle, Lord
I keep hearin those old stories
And I take her at her word
My head and heart they listen
Sometimes much too well
She's on the road to Mobile
I'm on the road to Hell...
Every one we meet along the way
Has a past they cannot change
She tells me today's what matters
That I'm acting much too strange
But every time she goes away
It's to that same old place
The past's become the future
And it's something I can't face
If she can turn the clock back
And try him one more time
Then I can find my whiskey
We got along just fine
There's somthin bout a bottle, boys
It's quiet and it's tall
It leaves you room to be alone
Leaves you just enough to crawl
Every time she heads for Mobile
I go headin for the bottle, Lord
I keep hearin those old stories
And I take her at her word
My head and heart they listen
Sometimes much too well
She's on the road to Mobile
I'm on the road to Hell.
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buckman
Firefly
USA
2825 Posts |
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Ailinn
Windchimer
2197 Posts |
Posted - 12/31/2020 : 16:13:31
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Thank you.
Days gone by. |
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The Nightly Vigil