nenana
Contribute to the cause! That's what I'm here for! That's my focus!
And what about me?
Help! Be a part!
The only part of this I want is you. You. All I want is you.
not a lullaby, those winds tonight. the wind chimes, to scare away evil, are evil themselves. devil chimes, again and again and again. i will not slumber tonight. i will fret for my roof and windows and lawn gnomes who must brave this storm alone.
she's going down! i heard him scream through the radio. sad, and so glad i wasn't the one on sonar duty. how much money had been spent to rehabilitate this whale, and now it dove for the deepest trench about in some sort of frenzied fit.
science class drags everyday because all we ever do is read and write. i thought that was what language arts class was for, not this. please, let me blow something up. that would be a great science class!
the complete disregard she emotes as she walks through the room sends shivers through me. how can someone be so completely absorbed with never a thought to the rest of the world? what kind of life is that?
She needs a better alibi than her brother because he sells her out every time. Just like me and Facebook.
'What did you do today?'
'Worked on finance.'
'You sure were on Facebook a lot.'
'Ummmm...."
Did you know that the first real exotic bird I saw in Alaska was a swan? Well, two of them anyhow. In a little pond on the way to Denali Park. That was a CRAZY 24 hours landing in Anchorage and then driving north. I was thinking, WHAT HAVE I DONE? 15 years, later, I know I did something good.
another earring i find on the floor. this makes 6, i think. i put it back on my desk with the others and wonder, how do they get off the desk? do they jump? do they push each other ala king of the mountain? my 3 year old sticks his head in my room. 'hi mom' he says, and now i think i know.
hair loss
weight loss
loss of sight
loss of love
valley of loss
secret loss
loss, the game
l.o.s.s.
the word is starting to look weird to me
in fact the word
i am now at a
loss
for
loss
under the branches i huddle, my shelter from the weather. a pot of soup simmers on the fire, miraculously dry in the storm. soup? really water, leaves and twigs mixed in a bucket. my tree, the redbud tree out back.
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