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I found an earring on the floor, or rather it was embedded in my foot after running across the carpet to grab the phone before the caller on the other end decided I wasn't home. Where did the earring come from? I haven't worn any since the 80s and this one was too juvenille

I nourish my body every morning sitting in front of my computer while entering sweepstakes and looking at fashions that I'm way too old to wear I wonder when I became like this dull and predictable every day the same routine and every night looking forward to starting it again.

hood

I wonder what Hood Canal looks like today. The sun is sort of shining, the breeze is dull - will the water be placid or have the winds decided to stay there and play with the waves?

The attendant brushed her hair and picked up a tube of lipstick left behind by another woman. She twisted the cherry red stick and spread it across her lips in a wide mouthed smile.

blaze

I will blaze through my chores so I can sit and ponder my realities of life. Are they real? I suppose not, as I often blow things out of proportion and paint with gray colors.

I am feeling really scattered and I have work to do so I thought I'd come here and get this creative spurt that's dying to break through and spend the day writing poetry rather than making money. Let's hope that this one word is able to break through the cycle and work its charms to help me concentrate.

I just want to splash in warm blue waters suck on watermelon, pineapple, and vodka under skies vacant of clouds and worries left at home.

This application captures my attention even if for a fleeting moment I become one with my screen watch letters form words sometimes slowly sometimes lightning fast across my screen as the purple bar stretches from left to right

I have a temper. I have always known that. I thought I had it under control most times but am aware how it creeps up on me seeps red through my cheeks and pulses down to my hands, clenched fists. I keep it bottled though love is stronger than any anger.

I found an exquisite pen spent the whole day writing with it in journals on napkins notebooks, almost any place that I could write by the end of day it ran out ink and now I can't find another one like it It wasn't refillable and now I'm sad.

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