Little Flowers
April 19, 2012the impromptu dance party concludes supper celebrants gathered in the middle of the kitchen big girl interpreting the life cycle […] [continue…]
Good writing, with a strong point and with life oozing out.
the impromptu dance party concludes supper celebrants gathered in the middle of the kitchen big girl interpreting the life cycle […] [continue…]
inside the doors of the spice shop we smell no food but only its constituent parts the notes without the […] [continue…]
Posted in: cooking, NaPoWriMo, Weber Chronicles
he drifts to sleep on the couch content another ethics class behind him visions of Stanley Milgram dancing in his […] [continue…]
Posted in: NaPoWriMo
This was a benediction for my friend Jen’s worship service this morning on the theme of simplicity. the best things […] [continue…]
Posted in: NaPoWriMo, simplicity
as his friends passed through he was aware of the high potential-redneck-quotient that Saturday people running chain saws leaning under […] [continue…]
Posted in: NaPoWriMo, Ode to Bel-Air
he simply disappeared one day dropped out of life completely didn’t even bother to close his Facebook account just left […] [continue…]
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as the place went up in flames and the family watched the firefighters work he fought back the panic sadness, […] [continue…]
Posted in: NaPoWriMo, simplicity, Swedish pancakes
the first time around he imagined that he could work ahead stockpile a few ideas hoard a piece or two […] [continue…]
Posted in: creativity, NaPoWriMo
when the building caught fire he thought it might be a dream because he heard himself wondering “if your house […] [continue…]
Posted in: NaPoWriMo, simplicity
the arbitrary clock ticks down pressing to the point when the numbers will shift when ‘today’ becomes something else and […] [continue…]
Posted in: NaPoWriMo
yesterday afternoon in a sudden burst of organization he finally decided to move the toilet plunger from its regular place […] [continue…]
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the best kind of friends are the ones who you call at the last minute to invite them to a […] [continue…]
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twenty years later, that same kid is back in the Midwest winding through Chicago city streets outrunning his anxiety going […] [continue…]
Posted in: Chicago Marathon, NaPoWriMo, Running
“a walk is as good as a hit” is what they tell the kid who can’t hit teaching him to […] [continue…]
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there comes a time when betrayed by your own belly you make solemn vows to never partake of food again […] [continue…]
Posted in: NaPoWriMo