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Mardi Gras Mink

The adventure of Marti

The Mardi Gras adventure. It was Mardi Gras in the French quarter of New Orleans. Marti the mink had never seen such a crowd. She had been around humans before so that didn't bother her too much. She looked at all the fun costumes and masks in bright shad...

Reap The Wind

Reaping the Montana wind.

Standing on their hill. Snow blowing her hair. Head bowed. Tears flowing. His widow remembers. That hot, July day in 76. The day he rode, Out of her life. His weathered face. Blowing his love, Her final kiss. Telling her, To saddle the wind. Till his retu...

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The recent haints in the turnip patches, rumored to be poultrygeist chickens, zombified. Possessed with a fetish for mooning late-night diners at the A&W. Frightening the bejesus out of local crawdads eaters. It just so happen, that last night, Jimmy Swag...

Fireweed, And Rain On The Roof

In which Girl sees astonishingly beautiful flowers, and she and Bear endure a rainy day.

~~~~~~~ He gently laid her on the bed, pulled the covers up over her, and said, very softly, “Good night, Girl. Nothing but good dreams, okay?” Her smile deepened, “Night, Bear. You, too.” He padded out to his place on the rag rug, slumped down on the flo...

Love. Is it worth the risk? When you open up your heart to someone, Let them experience what’s in your heart And maybe, just maybe fall in love? Is it worth the risk? Even though memories of past hurts linger And warns you not to let your guard down For t...

Watchful eyes upon a ticking clock Pace around the room and I’ll check the lock The wood groans, it won’t hold tight “I don’t think we’ll last the night” It’s coming for us, dead or alive There’s no fighting, no way to survive Nowhere to run, nowhere to h...

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Feeling the wind saw lifting lord of the wings creation through sycamore trees, whispering, a breath beneath soft leaves in the twilight of autumn's veil butterflies in evolution feeling the wind saw lifting

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You read the terms and conditions Written in fine print were my inhibitions You had no qualms or questions You made your own decisions You set out on a journey To discover my entirety When you find mental diarchy Will you show me mercy? Each sign is caref...

I’ve waited for someone to hold me, Make me feel the way I use to And love me for all that I am. I have bathed in the shadows of loneliness, That was until I saw you In the light of love. I saw you in my dreams. Sharing our hearts, soul And our world toge...

Pancake Tuesday

Zara tries to bring a bit of the razzmatazz of Mardi Gras to rural Ireland

Zara slid into the vacant seat and joined her classmates for lunch. “So, what are you guys doing for Mardi Gras?” she enquired as she opened her can of coke. Her friend Sinead paused, a sandwich halfway to her mouth. “We don’t do Mardi Gras. We just have...

Requiem

A loving Ode to Larry; his username is Survivor.

I The dim of dawn brightens to a resplendent sunrise. Church bells ring, announcing the Angelus. I rise and kneel at the side of my bed with a bowed head, Listening to songbirds as I pray to Mother Mary. II Sunrise gives way to daylight. I finish praying...

It had been another brutal self-imposed workout at the Chrome Anvil gym. As I head to the juice bar I nod to some of the other members that I recognize. "This shit was a lot easier thirty years ago," I tell them and they all agree. Most men of my age are...

On the way to the Waffle House minding my own biscuits only to share, my, please and thank you psalms the best part of biscuits and gravy fading into the plate as I sop, you sop, everyone else sops putting my right foot in doing life's Hokey Pokey waiting...

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