Passing thoughts

It’s a beautiful evening. The torrential downpour is over and a slow gentle wind wafts scents of wet roads and fresh air perfumed by happy flowers. The stillness after the storm was wanting to be filled with music. I grabbed my guitar with intent to maim a few old tunes…

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Mirror mirror on the wall

In October 1967 I received a rather forceful invitation from the president of the United States suggesting I report to a U.S Army induction center . Apparently he was concerned I wasn’t being all I could be all I could be. I decide to postpone that request and went on…

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Thoughts on an old home

The lamp shade was stained and brittle from hot bulbs and age. Wallpaper faded and stained, evidenced by bright squares, ghost of past hangings. The ornate oak moldings though dusty, stood proudly against the ravages of time. The windows drooped , thickening at the bottom from their long stand. As…

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A Thought

Writing task – Foundation

Our relationship is in trouble. The foundation was cracked today. I’ve done all I can, I let you talk to me as if I was your abuser. I knew taking on you as housemate after living alone most of my life, would be an adventure, a wild ride of conflicted…

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writing task a tangerine

  A tangerine rolled across the floor as I sat buzzed and meditating. I was having endless thoughts flowing down complex trials, branching, jumping and I was letting the moment flow through me. We are all connected, all part of what we call an incomprehensible universe. Life may be nothing…

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One evening

It was a hot steamy night in South beach. I was sitting in a dark corner of the club, watching the door, trying to lose myself in a steady stream of mojitos. The clouds of despair parted as the door opened and you walk in, pausing to let you eyes…

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His deepest desire

He grew up in a small town during the 1950’s. He considered them the golden years. He was pretty much a free range child, able to wander through the small town exploring the creeks and playgrounds at will . In the summer after morning chores his mother would hand him…

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