Semi-Daily Scribbles
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Category: Nature
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Oh to go where there are big antlered animals and the glisten of fish in every stream. Where winter is without a doubt wintry. Did I ever tell you I used to can homegrown vegetables? Pack it in, pack it out, leave no trace. Careful how you tread. Just leave me a clearing far from the…
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A bear moon risesMorning after mischief made Babies on the way
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We share everything but our thoughts.Body heat is enough.We congregate under the arch, on thin ice.Unforgiving winds slash at our skin.We are the circle that lets nothing in.
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Where exactly on the color wheel, Coral, do you spend your time? Today's contemplation had me staring at chips that ranged from Tomato to Tan, with a dash of Peach Blossom Ballet Slipper to boot. I'm thankful I'm not painting rooms, just taking lessons in color to help with writerly endeavors. Color, illumination, angle —…
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A star is worth less than it once was, but each night the sky is studded with more and more. It's become difficult to spot the constellations with all that sparkle and shine. No one would blame the heavens if a few sputtering sparks were discarded from time to time. Breathing room is good for…
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i get a short-of-breath, wobbly knee feeling at this time of year. scalp tingles while eyes tear up and gooseflesh stretches over my bones. i look best wind-whipped and splintered as the yellows and reds compliment my temperament. my hair is a tangle of autumnal neglect. i celebrate these short-lived days before i return…
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Waverly learned "the K word" early on in her career as a mischievous miniature schnauzer. Food was a huge deal, and Waverly's girth, for most of her 15 years, was a testament to her love (o.k…obsession) of kibble. She was surprisingly quick on her feet, though. Let her loose on a good sandy shoreline and…
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My quiet hideout's been overrun by an invasive species. Namely, kidlets on summer holiday. Grew attached to this weedy patch. I could stretch out in the dock and clover and pretend to be the lone survivor of some apocalypse-ish catastrophe. The air was o.k. to breathe, though. Just no people, or mosquitoes. Or fire ants.…
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My skin tingles. My appeal to the Warden of the Wood hangs in the air, caught on a current of despair. I enter this place in good faith. My heart is open to reveal desire and longing, pride and shame. I utter an oath of loyalty. The words catch in my throat. I have no…
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Fear collects all my original ideas and crams them in a suede drawstring pouch. The damn thing scratches at the back of my throat. It is no secret Fear prefers the baby food consistency of consensus. Easier to chew and leaves not a single impression. Each day I peel back a layer to reveal a…
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