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buckman
Firefly

USA
2820 Posts

Posted - 03/06/2020 :  10:33:12  Show Profile  Visit buckman's Homepage  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
"Rev, Any place you land is a good place. Even if the beach is fog-bound. Even if you don't know where you're touching the ground. It's not drifting out that's dangerous. The tide will bring you back in. It's not knowing where the bottom is. Churning in the wave. Trying to get enough breath before you're caught in the next one. The board is attached to your ankle with a leash. It floats. It can also hit you in the head. The trick is knowing when to kick free. Today's surf was choppy. Paddle out, snap up, ride in quick. Or wipe out and eat some sand. Some days you eat a lot of sand. " Ailinn


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Ailinn
Windchimer

2174 Posts

Posted - 03/06/2020 :  17:12:01  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
March 6, 2020

Surf report for Swami's
Air 63,water 60
Full wets recommended
8mph gentle, onshore
First light 5:43am (foggy)
Sunrise 6:07am (foggy)
Sunset 5:52pm
Last light 6:16pm

All that changes Sunday.

Dear Reverend B,
No matter how much sand you eat the goal is to stay in that rolling green room. Fingers are brakes, remember.
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buckman
Firefly

USA
2820 Posts

Posted - 03/07/2020 :  16:27:54  Show Profile  Visit buckman's Homepage  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
Manana and Manana

1)
Tomorrow I will quit drinking
I always told her
But tomorrow never came.

Now it is here and
She is gone.
Alone now with my precious whiskey
Yes, alone in the back of the saloon
In the dark

How does one live Artistically
with a green bottle?
How does one dance a
Newbury Waltz with a
only a memory?

There will be some
Bullet holes in the ceiling
Come morning...

2)
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 - 03/07/2020 :  17:16:42  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
...and some dreams never die.
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buckman
Firefly

USA
2820 Posts

Posted - 03/17/2020 :  12:03:28  Show Profile  Visit buckman's Homepage  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
https://youtu.be/YOwNHlS27Xk


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Ailinn
Windchimer

2174 Posts

Posted - 03/21/2020 :  18:44:15  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
"Iron fences in little church yards," she says. "Stone walls and itinerant angels. A chandeliered ballroom with cheeky waiters. Wavy hair falling in their faces. Musical laughter when they terrify me with demon tales. "The blood's mortal plight..." says Dairmuid, the boldest of three. "Death's greedy fingers. Banshees behind your door. Far Darrig under your bed." They hide their teeth in glee and horror. When I wake in the middle of the night I'm afraid to put my feet on the floor. In their crisp white shirts and long black aprons I'm fervently devoted to them." You nod. Late nights. Lights from the boat on the water.

Edited by - Ailinn on 07/25/2020 18:13:08
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Ailinn
Windchimer

2174 Posts

Posted - 03/22/2020 :  18:10:14  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
"Apparition," he winks. "But how...?" she asks. "Shhh...he says, "...a secret." Mischief alive when he raises his eyebrows. The fire in stained glass. The transparent tablecloth's sun-pierced weave. Light lifting the edges making it appear to move. Up close she can see places where he touched the canvas. His fingerprints where the brush wasn't enough.
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buckman
Firefly

USA
2820 Posts

Posted - 03/22/2020 :  19:41:30  Show Profile  Visit buckman's Homepage  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
Since we may die soon anyway, and I canít get eggs or potatoes, I made a milkshake with chocolate milk and Haagen Daz vanilla bean ice cream for breakfast.
It was so good i almost fainted.


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buckman
Firefly

USA
2820 Posts

Posted - 03/22/2020 :  19:43:41  Show Profile  Visit buckman's Homepage  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
It's a Helluva thing,
Infantile paralysis of the soul
Hardening of the hearteries
Fear in the dead of nite
so real it has teeth.

Immunity temporarily misplaced
Drastic change daily.
Pendulums fight for the last spot on stage.
Terry cloth cavaliers catch lost generations.
Home on the range on the carnival calliope.
Many rivers crossed but still swimming.

Do ya
do ya
do ya
wanna dance
under the moonlight?


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Ailinn
Windchimer

2174 Posts

Posted - 04/02/2020 :  16:09:34  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
See that silver lining
That's where the sun is shining
As sure as there is a heaven
There will be a brighter day
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Ailinn
Windchimer

2174 Posts

Posted - 04/05/2020 :  16:36:34  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
Where is he going? Where has he been? Rush of leaves on the ground. Stinging rain. She opens the door to him wet on the deck. Steps aside when he walks in. He's in the parlor with the poker in his hand. Rearranging logs on the grate. Turning his pockets out on the table as if he were finally home. "Come closer," he says. Or she does.
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Ailinn
Windchimer

2174 Posts

Posted - 04/05/2020 :  16:40:46  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
"Bits of dreams scraping our cheeks," he says in the first high loft kitchen. Food on a painted tray with lacquered green leaves. Back and forth from the sideboard to the deck. And up to stars burning in little cups too bright to look at directly.
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Ailinn
Windchimer

2174 Posts

Posted - 04/11/2020 :  10:33:39  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
There's a sanitarium on the island behind a stone wall and leafy trees. The stones fallen away in places big enough to crawl through. The "guests" rock on porches. Their faces to the sun sipping tea. Day after day a woman with a crown of white braids in the corner chair. On her lap a book of never-turned pages. I want a bee to startle her. I want to see her jump up alive. Her long hair come undone. I want them all to stand up and start clapping.
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Ailinn
Windchimer

2174 Posts

Posted - 04/11/2020 :  16:35:14  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
"...stunned by the swiftness of the world," she says. "Indelible images. Ruched satin lining so perfect on the lids of my parents last bed. Angels rushing through closing doors. No figs on the table. No warm milk in a bone china cup. A narrow bed without linens because I refuse to say my prayers in French. Rice on the floor. Little divots in my knees. Bless their holy hearts. How they try to save me. And I'm grateful. Fistful of Mission Box money. My thumb out beside a long road. "What were you thinking then? Tell me," he says leaning in, his knees touching hers. "A train station village. A long ride to where. I was thinking of soup," she says. "Three new dollar bills in my pocket."

Edited by - Ailinn on 04/11/2020 23:20:44
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Ailinn
Windchimer

2174 Posts

Posted - 04/11/2020 :  16:38:36  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
Later a man lays his heart on the table. Sets her up on the counter beside the sink. Picks cinders out of her knee with a pair of tweezers sterilized in tequila. His glasses sliding down his nose. "You see it now, don't you," he says.
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Ailinn
Windchimer

2174 Posts

Posted - 04/11/2020 :  16:43:00  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
Dawn light. Inlets where the sea strays silver. She's on her knees Spring-hopeful poking seeds into the ground. "...dependin' how busy we wanna be," he says, barefoot with the blanket over his shoulders. "Okay..." he says. "Let's start with..." Cherry blossoms in the pink park.
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Ailinn
Windchimer

2174 Posts

Posted - 04/11/2020 :  16:45:01  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
And you everywhere...
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buckman
Firefly

USA
2820 Posts

Posted - 04/14/2020 :  13:54:29  Show Profile  Visit buckman's Homepage  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
Darlin, I can't make excuses
For the kind of man I've been.
I've paid so many pipers
for so many deadly sins.
I'm not here making promises
Or trying to change your mind.
Just an old man chasing memories
Before the whiskey makes me blind.

[The girl shouldnta danced like that
There oughtta be a law.
She sent me to the floor of Hell
And I bounced back up for more.]

I never heard your crying
In the middle of the night.
I was busy burning bridges
And making up new lies.
The preacher says you lose your soul
When you sniff the devil's breath
The night's couldn't come fast enough
Until the day you left.

[She shimmies and she shakes that thing
Turns a good man over to wild
I still see that red dress in my dreams
Sometimes I even smile.]

We never had the money
But, baby, we had a time,
Golden Gate Park was hot that day
You were my first song that rhymed.
Those magical days of nineteen
Turned to forty overnight
Things get lost along the road
You can never make them right.

The girl shouldnta danced like that
There oughtta be a law.
She sent me to the floor of Hell
And I bounced back up for more.]

[She shimmies and she shakes that thing
Turns a good man over to wild
I still see that red dress in my dreams
Sometimes I even smile.]

The girl shouldnta danced like that
There oughtta be a law.
She sent me to the floor of Hell
And I bounced back up for more.]




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buckman
Firefly

USA
2820 Posts

Posted - 04/14/2020 :  13:57:22  Show Profile  Visit buckman's Homepage  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
Weather report says all residents should prepare for high winds and possible tornadoes.
Ok, Iím under the covers.
That should do it.



Edited by - buckman on 04/14/2020 13:58:38
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buckman
Firefly

USA
2820 Posts

Posted - 04/21/2020 :  11:23:15  Show Profile  Visit buckman's Homepage  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
We sat on the back porch drinking coffee waiting for the twilight and the grass to grow thru the dust. She whispered, a sound like a butterfly sighing, and asked what I was thinking about.
Now, Darlin, only now, I said.



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