"B" Stings
Sunday, March 31, 2013
A Poem in Iambic Trimeter
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This winter-colored scene: Stale brown and brittle green And the relentless sun, Bauble of cloud, finespun Against merciless blu...
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Tuesday, March 26, 2013
The Terrible Importance of Nearly Nothing
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I could say right now that I feel small. Very, very small. I have gone back, far back in time to where I am a witless waif of a child wi...
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Friday, February 22, 2013
Not Much Gusto
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I have been thinking about this word, this prompt of the week: gusto. It sounds as if it ought to be part of a magician's s...
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Thursday, February 14, 2013
The Only Good Crowd
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The word prompt this week is crowd. For me this word has mostly negative associations. I am both anti-social and claustrophobic. Findin...
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Wednesday, February 6, 2013
Such Stuff as Dreams
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Rodney walked without hesitation to the rim of the gorge. Ignoring the symptoms of fear -- the tingling in his fingers and toes, the dizzine...
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Wednesday, December 12, 2012
On the Subject of Cars
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I I don't really like cars. In this respect, I think I am probably unusual. I do, of course, appreciate the convenience of h...
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Sunday, December 9, 2012
On Writing
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The rarest thoughts have wings of tissue that once torn, remain forever grounded... Inspiration of the kind worth sharin...
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