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Mnemonic Rhymes With Demonic
It’s Sunday again, stream of consciousness … free flow … there’s got to be a better title out there for this. Prompt – Mnemonic (ok, wordpress. Ok.) Music – God Is An Astronaut – The End of the Beginning Mnemonic rhymes with demonic. In school we went though a period where our teacher would have…
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Two Bucks at Goodwill
“Life’s absurd isn’t it?” Charlie pushed his thick black framed glasses back onto the bridge of his nose before chugging the last of the whiskey. Greta never drank, she figured liquor wasn’t needed to enhance the crushing silences she felt. She never thought either of them needed liquor or drugs to take them over the…
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Here We Are
Stream of thought writing, I guess this is going to be a weekly thing now – Prompt – Inkling Music – Steve Reich – Works 1965-1995 Inkling. It starts with a drop, a spot of ink infecting, spreading in the water. It was all so clear Until You loosed the ink composed of your fear. Now…
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Smudged Charcoal Memories
Stream of Consciousness Writing Attempt – Wordpress Daily Prompt – Candid Music: Alberto Giurioli – once again I’ve found myself just shuffling on Spotify, no specific songs or albums Candid. I have photos in my mind, candid pictures, frozen in time. Of you, me, the world as it wishes it could be … the way it…
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Threads of Gold
I want to lie between the lines. To feel the words moving and sinking, Gnashing and gnawing at the chains binding them so. I want to sink into the crevices between the melodies, The breaths between the chords. To feel the rhythms beating and crashing, Tearing and thrashing at the ropes holding them down. I…
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Numbered Days 4/365
My heart could be filled But truth be told … My days are numbered here. This disease is terminal. The doctors don’t know what to do. “Well,” he says as he raps spindly hands “You can’t stay forever in the land of the damned.” Indeed Father Time. It appears I’ve been diagnosed with life. I…
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What Secrets This Lake Keeps
What secrets this lake keeps When the dark nights rain And it’s just humid enough For the lake to stain With the ghost of clouds That couldn’t quite take flight. There’s a story here Only unfolding in those nights. Billy lives in that mansion across the way. Him, his mistress and a perfect family. He…
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Fall Away From Time
WordPress Daily Prompt – Silent Silence sounds like … Your spirit spinning Out of control to the DJ. Your breath slowing In puffs of hazy cigarette smoke. Your heart pounding Under the soft weight of my hand. Your smile against My hair under the cold moon. The fading drops Of my rocks failing to skip.…
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The Last Twinkies
WordPress Daily Prompt – Varnish The varnish on the wood steps is peeling away, cracking and splintering like the shards I’ve begun to feel in my soul. How long … I wonder. Has it always been that way or did it degrade suddenly and explosively? Just like this world? Just like me? Maybe it was…
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One-Way Street
WordPress Daily Prompt – One-Way In the dream I’m standing at the intersection again. There’s the green truck, barreling towards the stop sign. The driver, otherwise preoccupied, with his head lolling back and his eyes half closed will never even brake. The little red car will never see it coming, they will never realize he’s…
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