Poetry

Alive and Real, I Swear

A dead pop star on a doubledecker bus His  ghostly image promises a real experience Circus performers moon dance through Pepsi fire So real you can touch his face Like Madame Tussauds’ doll of wax. Thanks for reading. Leave me a comment? Other Writings You May Like March 31, 2017 Scribble Twilight Settled Around the Texas Spoon Close Enough to Touch Postmeridian Cynosure Reflected in Morning Light

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Scribbles

March 31, 2017 Scribble

March 31, 2017: Clearly a lion day. The wind knocked over two trucks with a gust near 84 mph at St. Rose Parkway. *** “You should live in Vermont.” “Why would I want that?” “Vermont is a nice place for wildness.” “Nine months of snow, two months of mosquitoes, and only two tolerant months.” “There’s all the maple syrup you can eat.” “I don’t even like pancakes.” “Maybe you should try a stack with some real maple…

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Scribbles

March 29, 2017 Scribble

Worse than letting everything I write drop in the wastebasket, the blog deleted some posts. Some really good stuff too! Reminds me of the time I wrote 2,500 words for a magazine only to have the computer flash and die. All of those thoughtful words were gone. I madly wrote it again and the second time it was better; Less superfluous verbiage and more succinct in style. This is a space to write, explore, and make…

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Conversations

Best Sex Ever

A Conversation “He asked me to dance for him.” “Seductive and sexy?” “Not really.” “I don’t follow.” “He found a picture of me tapping when I was eight.” “A little soft shoe.” “I felt silly, but I went into my old routine.” “You danced up a storm?” “Until I tripped over my shoelace.” “Broke a leg!” “Landed in his lap laughing.” “An awkward performance.” “We just looked at each other until he suddenly kissed me.”…

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Conversations

Frankly, My Dear, I Don’t Give a Damn

A Conversation “Frankly, My Dear, I Don’t Give a Damn.” “That seems like an odd thing to say to a woman” “He’s frustrated and done.” “I guess. But it still seems harsh.” “She’s gone too far with the poking and running. He’s had it.” “He certainly seems like a bear.” “I think he still loves her.” “Well, he sure has a strange way of showing it.” “Maybe she just needs to bring him a Mint…

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Scribbles

March 16, 2017 Scribble

A chance to bleed. I spent the morning re-writing explanations of my writing tools so they would make more sense. I actually found a few ideas I had forgotten such as planning climaxes and struggles. I think most of these things are apparent, for instance, you tend to see them pop up. But that is the pantser in me; plotters get ahead faster. I used to be just a pantser because it fit better with my…

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Tidbits

Fresh Mint Lemonade

A hot summer day requires a dash of lemonade in a glass. Thanks for dropping in! Now how about a refreshing glass before you go? Fresh Mint Lemonade 6 lemons 1/2 inch length fresh rosemary 5 leaves fresh mint 1/2 cup sugar 5 cups water ice (optional) Cut and twist those lemons into a pitcher. Rinse the mint and rosemary and rip them up. Drop the torn leaves into the pitcher. Add the water. Fill a bowl…

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Tidbits

Kay Roy’s Chocolate Chip Cookies

Sometimes you have to take the sweet with the sour. These cookies are the best with a large glass of lemonade. I’m not sure where I got this recipe, or the identity of Kay Roy, but I do know that these are better than any chocolate chip cookie I’ve ever eaten, including Tollhouse and Mrs. Fields. It might be the vanilla. Drop a batch in the oven and let me know what you think. 3/4…

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On Writing

The Good Writers are Liars

A young woman sits across the courtyard from me. I don’t know what she is thinking. She could be examining the pitfalls of a date, wishing for a new pair of shoes, dreaming about a world trip, or worrying about how to pay rent. I don’t know. But I can imagine. The best writers fill in the blanks. What would a protagonist do if they happened to be a young Korean girl who just found…

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March 15, 2017 Scribble

I spent twenty minutes holding my head to the right as a doctor went in again for my fourth thyroid biopsy. “Boy this is really deep,” he said. “Yep, maybe you’ll be the guy,” I said. It is clear with have a nodule or two. We don’t clearly know if it is cancer. “At least if it is cancer, this is the best one to get,” said my endocrinologist. “It takes so long to grow.” Comforting.…

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