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Jonmark
Windchimer

USA
1791 Posts

Posted - 01/06/2013 :  08:57:22  Show Profile  Visit Jonmark's Homepage  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
It was an especially long night, Rev... wasn't it. Carry on.
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Ailinn
Windchimer

2174 Posts

Posted - 01/06/2013 :  18:25:10  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
Perhaps you saw them walking along the Embarcadero that afternoon. Late sky steeping its plum light before the sun slipped away from the Bay. Their touched hands talking quickly in Sign. The language they perfected.


Later they longed for a turreted roof and steep twenty-four stairs from the sidewalk. A lit window. An unlocked door where she's waiting when he steps through it.


The cliffs blued with shadow. Night stretched its dark wing. He came through the willow thicket like a midnight apparition. His storm-smudged eyes and journey-driven profile. He appeared in the long hallway between the canyon and the sea where waves were coming up through the floorboards.
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Ailinn
Windchimer

2174 Posts

Posted - 01/13/2013 :  19:32:41  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
He's hammering rubies into her ear lobes at the ocean end of town. Moon-silvered rooftops. Night blooming jasmine. Cracks in the sky filled with stars.
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Ailinn
Windchimer

2174 Posts

Posted - 01/13/2013 :  19:37:23  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
At the edge of the holy coastline they sleep deep in a back seat dream on a cliff top where wind-worn cypress climb out of the stone. There's the ship in a bottle. A glow in the galley. A scrolled map that crackles as it unrolls. Invisible ink and a candle. A broken code.
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Ailinn
Windchimer

2174 Posts

Posted - 01/18/2013 :  16:56:20  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
That winter they watched the canyons catch fire in a city of neon and noir. Red nights distilling. Anniversary wine. Mornings with his breath on the mirror.
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Ailinn
Windchimer

2174 Posts

Posted - 01/18/2013 :  17:00:02  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
He travelled standing still. He did this without seeming distant. Little side trips. Gifts in his fist he slips into her pocket because she loves the road.
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Ailinn
Windchimer

2174 Posts

Posted - 01/18/2013 :  17:02:22  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
His hands tanned and steady when he picks up the brush and with a few strokes has her on canvas.
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buckman
Firefly

USA
2820 Posts

Posted - 01/19/2013 :  08:51:57  Show Profile  Visit buckman's Homepage  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
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buckman
Firefly

USA
2820 Posts

Posted - 01/19/2013 :  19:34:13  Show Profile  Visit buckman's Homepage  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
He said to her,
They're more than memories, they're the story.
You are the only one that will know your story,
from the beginning to the end, start to finish,
hospital to dirt.
You write the script and choose the music
but somebody else directs the show and calls the ferryman.
The key is finding who or what they are.

She said,
Be careful there,
You almost dropped a memory or two.
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Ailinn
Windchimer

2174 Posts

Posted - 01/20/2013 :  17:44:54  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply

Rain in green Eden.
Crow-tangled branches.
Her bell-tied shoes waterlogged.

Ocean ghosts and perilous cargos.

Her heart's faulty fuse.
His fistful of frayed trip-wire.

Snub of candle on the fog-damp sill.
Wind winnowing through the louvers.

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buckman
Firefly

USA
2820 Posts

Posted - 01/21/2013 :  18:23:59  Show Profile  Visit buckman's Homepage  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
It has been a long night...
I watch the crow as it watches me.

He is waiting for me
To show desperation
But it is not
Going to happen.
I have been down this road before and
I know that the water is
Just ahead.

As long as the fire still
Burns I will have a chance.
Some nights last forever...
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Ailinn
Windchimer

2174 Posts

Posted - 01/21/2013 :  21:12:01  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply

"Some dreams never die."
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Craig
Firefly

Kyrgyzstan
3793 Posts

Posted - 01/22/2013 :  18:05:49  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply


"Some dreams last forever"
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buckman
Firefly

USA
2820 Posts

Posted - 01/29/2013 :  19:31:12  Show Profile  Visit buckman's Homepage  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
That Was The Way It Was Then Written by Mickey Newbury- Read by Hank Beukema
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mM6y_4skveU&feature=share&list=UU_4nf2jQx2KAWdNdl1aRjOw
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Ailinn
Windchimer

2174 Posts

Posted - 02/06/2013 :  17:35:28  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
Barrel-lit runway where the wheels touch down. Sun shrinking in a cup of the mountain. Vaqueros with shiny pistols shooting victory into the air. Silver crosses on hand-tooled holsters. A Rosary with candles in the morning.
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Ailinn
Windchimer

2174 Posts

Posted - 02/06/2013 :  17:39:35  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
He knew where the saints were hiding. Not shining or homeless. Average. Longing. Misunderstood. She looks for him in every city. Neon sheen on rain-slick streets. Black tarp nights star-longing.
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Ailinn
Windchimer

2174 Posts

Posted - 02/09/2013 :  17:41:59  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply

"It's easy to fly in your sleep. You just have to remember you can."

MSN
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Ailinn
Windchimer

2174 Posts

Posted - 02/24/2013 :  10:40:19  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
A high thin sound in her head when she was kneeling on rice watching the second hand crawl across Roman numerals. Accordion pleated light. Dust settling on the hours.

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She left her black stockings in Frankincensco and moved to LA where women wore sandals and Giorgio perfume year round.

*

In a town of expensive fences he wanted landmarks for the establishing shot. Black and blue evenings. Astonishing stars. A high hotel rooftop to step out on, "...the past and the future with us..." he said. Angle shot wide enough to hold them inside the frame.

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Wind-driven days at the edge of a porous Border. The dust-swirled arena where she performed standing barefoot on the back of a walleyed palomino. A silver lasso circling over her head. "The greater the fame the smaller the universe," he said. Later she fell asleep on his chest. Sun-flushed cheeks and salty lashes.

*

Moving day. Life in bubble wrap and cardboard boxes. "Fragile" stickers on most of it.
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Becka
Sitter

95 Posts

Posted - 02/24/2013 :  18:49:45  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
quote:
Originally posted by Craig



"Some dreams last forever"




"Some dreams come true"
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Jonmark
Windchimer

USA
1791 Posts

Posted - 02/26/2013 :  20:37:06  Show Profile  Visit Jonmark's Homepage  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
A few miles south east of the Mission Bay VOR... runway number 9 fills the windscreen of my little yellow Cub. I'm dropping in for a visit, San Diego. Put on a pot of coffee. We have a lot of catching up to do.
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