Conversations

Old Age is a Bitch

A Conversation “The garage stair slipped out from under me. I racked my arm putting a big knot on it.” “It looks like a puffy pillow.” “The doctor drained it and he may drain it again.” “I rode my son’s motorcycle and it popped from under me.” “You seem fine.” “I wrapped my knee in ice and sprayed it for a road rash. I took most of the skin off.” “This knot pales compared to…

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Wakan Tanka Waits For Me

Taking the mother road east Seemed like a rewind trip Into the dreams of west bound Men and ladies who left Chi Town for Santa Monica; they Sought the sunny shore to rest. Sunset at our back door down Somewhere in Arizona The passenger trains replaced By cargo trailers never to stop At wide clips of towns built only For fuel or Indian trinkets. In the distance a tee pee Settled between branches of Mesquite or salt cedar…

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The Moment a Heartbeat Shifts Trice

[aesop_image imgwidth=”850px” img=”https://wordsmithholler.com/wp-content/uploads/2016/11/3054775751_411ebc3ea7_o.jpg” credit=”Michael S. Sommermeyer” align=”left” lightbox=”on” captionposition=”left” revealfx=”off”] Snow dusting the crest of Mount Tom, Patches of orange and brown balm, Cold air smell of jet metal-cased gneiss, The moment a heartbeat shifts trice. Clouds roll over the summit peak, Dark anger of winter mystique, A chill of slushy snow and ice, The moment a heartbeat shifts trice. Skew angle of silvery rock, Makes way for a white aftershock, Of wind breath’s plunging sacrifice, The moment a…

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Seeking Charity

A Conversation “I implore you to be accepting. Find it in your heart to give charity.” “It’s not something I can do easily.” “The best people find virtue in charity. Are you unable?” “Charity is not the problem; accepting the victory. That I have a problem with.” “But it is done. You have no choice.” “I want to recoil in my distaste, frustration, dissatisfaction, and contempt of his win.” “You have a lot of work to do.” “You…

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A Short Cut to the Dining Room

The man stood by the glass door with a bag over his hand and he nodded his head back. Danny looked at him through the water gurgling up from the water fountain. He swallowed another mouthful and considered opening the door. The man wore a beanie cap, a blue work short, jeans, and he held a green bag with his left hand in front of his right. Behind the bag he appeared to hold something…

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Taking the Road to School

[aesop_image imgwidth=”500px” img=”https://wordsmithholler.com/wp-content/uploads/2016/11/cow-234835_1920.jpg” credit=”Pixabay” align=”left” lightbox=”on” captionposition=”left” revealfx=”off”] He hid behind a branch, yet she found him. A pink travelers case, with a dancing ballerina inside, hung at his hip. She packed inside his breakfast of creamed wheat and bobbing raisins. Now she wondered if it sloshed inside covering the ballerina with a sticky sauce. He refused to eat his breakfast. Definitely, he announced he would leave home forever. She packed up his suitcase and…

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Retirement Tomatoes

[aesop_image imgwidth=”500px” img=”https://wordsmithholler.com/wp-content/uploads/2016/11/tomato-498721_1920.jpg” credit=”Pixabay” align=”left” lightbox=”on” captionposition=”left” revealfx=”off”] His tomato plant stood in the middle of a mound of sand as a brittle stick with two wilted branches. He tried more water, which puddled around the stick. Water seemed to only lubricate the small grains before they cut into the base of the $2 plant. If a man could grow a field of potatoes on Mars, he should be able to grow a tomato. Or could he? Across from…

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L.A. Needs the Water

A Conversation “They talked about the Owens Valley last night.” “About the Alabama Gates shootout?” “Missed that part.” “Sort of a Bundy Seize around 1924.” “A bunch of ranchers took over Alabama?” “A bunch of Bishop ranchers kept Los Angeles from drinking Owens Valley water for nearly a week.” “The old aqueduct?” “It was new then. L.A. bought up the orchards and dried them out to send water south. The ranchers wanted the water back.” “The…

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Scarlet Ribbons

  [aesop_image imgwidth=”500px” img=”https://wordsmithholler.com/wp-content/uploads/2016/11/little-girl-1304950_1920.jpg” credit=”Pixabay” alt=”Scarlet Ribbons” align=”left” lightbox=”off” captionposition=”left” revealfx=”off”] The trip required three bus changes, a slight wait, and the chance of no seat. He just wanted to forget work on the humming bus ride home. Before noon, someone clogged the sixth floor toilets. The backup sent water over the walkway as he returned to lunch. After a shower of piss water, Robert Lotz needed a seat. The bus lurched to the stop letting out a…

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