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Ailinn
Windchimer

2217 Posts

Posted - 09/19/2020 :  17:25:28  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
On the second day he's stippling the ground in patches. Paint smears on his raveled shirt. "Shadow shadows..." he says. "What's happening under the trees." It's Summer. Long days. Warm oranges. La Migra in the eucalyptus groves. Blown-silk skies leaning over the valley. Runnels of gold in the sand.
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Ailinn
Windchimer

2217 Posts

Posted - 09/25/2020 :  16:20:53  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
Midnight in the tunnels. Banks of pay phones steamy windows. Hello and goodbye. Jittery Terminal time. Restless trains. Surprise Exits. (Quixote in the stacks. Lorca lingering with the gypsies. The knights acquiescent in daylight. Their all-seeing eyes and heavily armored hearts.) Snow starting to show on the sidewalk. A black and white photograph. The paper crisp and distant. Curling edges.
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Ailinn
Windchimer

2217 Posts

Posted - 09/27/2020 :  17:01:42  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
Blue morning glories. Hollyhock. Dusty butterflies. Heavy grass shiny with dew. An island on an island. Father in his cap and Dublin plus fours. Mother with her gingko-shape fan. Seven verdigris leprechauns in the driveway fountain. Pots of gold over their heads. Spell-binding shadows leaping with life. June 1st the tourists arrive. Endless luggage. All unrecognizable now. Lawns with white gravel paths to the sea wall. Revolving black granite bar. The leprechauns gone to auction. "Do you miss it...?" he asks. "Did you ever have one of those View Master things...? Almost real, but the colors brighter... Cast in the role of the day," she laughs, "I'll be the dreamer. You be the dream."
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Ailinn
Windchimer

2217 Posts

Posted - 09/29/2020 :  07:29:27  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
...and a ruby at the top o' the mast.
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Ailinn
Windchimer

2217 Posts

Posted - 10/05/2020 :  17:12:49  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
Dreams in the Rhyolite Station. "First winter croup kettle smell," she says. "Alone in my paper boat I lay very still so it won't tip over. I look up and not into the water. The sky is black with star-hole fires. I'm afraid. I may be crying. I see the silver teeth of the ocean. Feel its rocking spell. This dream lasts for several nights. Nothing else happens. The first thing I steal is the money. I'm not planning. I'm just walking away." He leans in... His irresistible mind... His cryptic conversation... "Do you remember the names of your pets or toys...?" he says. Surprised, she says, "Do you?" "Every one..." he says, "...every one."
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Ailinn
Windchimer

2217 Posts

Posted - 10/05/2020 :  17:17:34  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
The garden. Lush and urgent where they enter the dream. Summer-lit acts of the flowers. Little shrines. Epiphanies at their fingertips. All the minor gods sighing. Wise with love and humor. No interrupted lifelines. No bullet holes in the saguaro.

Edited by - Ailinn on 03/14/2021 19:02:13
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Ailinn
Windchimer

2217 Posts

Posted - 10/21/2020 :  16:57:21  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
-Valley of the Gods. "No guardrails."

-"Think about..." Blue midnight. People walking in the street with candles. "...what's in my other mind. Think out loud. I'm listenin'..." he laughs. Flash of gold she wants to touch with her finger.

-The stars come on. The fish stay low. The wind sings in the branches.

-Flickering balconies in Heaven. A little disturbance on the ground. Someone shaking the ladder.

-You more here than me now.

Edited by - Ailinn on 10/21/2020 17:38:49
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Ailinn
Windchimer

2217 Posts

Posted - 11/01/2020 :  15:57:27  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
Standard Time.
Melancholy in the clock tower.
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Ailinn
Windchimer

2217 Posts

Posted - 11/01/2020 :  16:04:53  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
Spicy air. Fog-wrapped eucalyptus. "A life like that... Could not be lived today. Worlds away... Don't go there without me," he says. Little dints on the brush where he holds it between his teeth and talks around it. Smooth stones. Old tin of Hail Mary Band-Aids on the deck rail. "No dark books," he says. "No bad cards."
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BarbraG
Windchimer

1825 Posts

Posted - 11/06/2020 :  01:37:39  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
The noise outside her window exploded in her room, woke her from a sound, dreaming sleep. She sat up on the bed, and her first instinct was to look out of the window. The small voice in her head said, "If you hear a noise outside, DON'T look out of your window because someone might think you saw something you didn't see !! Call the cops.. Let them look outside your window.." That voice had been her dad's as she was growing up.. He had been in the O.S.S. in WW II and had been the fourth man to be accepted into Special Forces when it was organized. The things he had taught his family were all from his own training. You wouldn't know it to look at him, but he was a 5'8" Trojan Horse, his brain FULL of intelligence training that kept him and his men alive in many wars.... He had been gone a long time, but those words still rang in her brain... "DON'T LOOK !! " "DO NOT LOOK !! " She got up, standing very still in the dark corner of her room where she had chosen to put her bed so that it wasn't close to any window, only the door. What was she going to do ? Oh, it was so hard not to walk over and open the edge of the curtain ... but, .... she didn't !
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San Diego
Swinger

509 Posts

Posted - 11/06/2020 :  13:06:15  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
Well, now... Look who's home. Happy to see you, BG. Hope all is well. Love, Ro.
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Ailinn
Windchimer

2217 Posts

Posted - 11/06/2020 :  13:47:35  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
A wait at the airport blowing on coffee to cool it. Liquid time. Dali's watches. Sunset on the tower. Planes setting down. His familiar strangeness and cherished face. His uncomplicated goodness on the Old Town road home. The faithful ring bells on the church steps. Wide doors. High-wheel chandeliers. Hallowed light. An altar of angels. Mist on the breakers. Ships and shooting stars.

Edited by - Ailinn on 03/14/2021 19:06:21
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buckman
Firefly

USA
2829 Posts

Posted - 11/12/2020 :  12:39:03  Show Profile  Visit buckman's Homepage  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
Feel like I should ask for less
Begging you to give me more
Feel like Iím walking underwater
Thinking of you walking out the door.

Never been a problem with us
That loving could not fix
Never been a problem with me
That I didnít think I could kick.

Everything I ever wanted
Is right here by my side
All I ever needed
Is what I tried to hide.

Feel like Iím asking for less
Feel like youíre giving me more
Feel like youíre walking underwater
Watching me walk out the door

Everything we ever wanted
Is right here by our side
All we ever needed
Is what we tried to hide.

Never been a problem with us
That loving could not fix
Never been a problem with me
That I didnít think I could kick.

Feel like I should ask for less
Begging you to give me more
Feel like Iím walking underwater
Thinking of you walking out the door.
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Ailinn
Windchimer

2217 Posts

Posted - 11/12/2020 :  21:41:51  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
The city is melting in a sheen of heat. They climb West Laurel to get to the Park. The trees. The coolness inside stone buildings. His hand is dry. Almost crisp. They stay until moonlight. They forget where the car is parked. The mosaic tower is enchanted.
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Ailinn
Windchimer

2217 Posts

Posted - 11/13/2020 :  10:23:04  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
The painting that tricks the air. The cloth with light-infused edges. His fingerprints showing through. The weave evanescent. Ephemeral. Haunting shadows with glasses raised on the wall. Door open in the distance. Fading compass legend. A mute question mark. He shrugs. Stitches under his shirt where his wings were mended.
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Ailinn
Windchimer

2217 Posts

Posted - 11/20/2020 :  17:35:03  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
Heat spills from the grates. The faithful dust shifts and settles. "She's running away," Claire tattles. "She's taking her winter coat!" "I had my own portable world," she laughs. He gives her his long pensive look. Blue eyes. A surprise to her brown. The traffic picks up when the light changes. Spires and boom cranes crowd the clouds. Street trees spin petals to the pavement. His hair lifts from his collar. His profile repeats in Blick's windows. "There's you and you and you..." she says.

Edited by - Ailinn on 02/11/2021 17:38:24
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Ailinn
Windchimer

2217 Posts

Posted - 11/22/2020 :  16:30:56  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
This is where the world begins. Where the tide tells the time twice daily. In fog it comes alive around you. Water-swollen ground where the marsh comes up quickly. Gulls and terns and pipers. Like kids with a secret, "Our own ocean..." he says. His laugh fathoms deep.
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buckman
Firefly

USA
2829 Posts

Posted - 11/29/2020 :  02:46:02  Show Profile  Visit buckman's Homepage  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
I sit in the darkness,
in the back of the cafe.
Carmelita tries to come to me
But I send her away.

When the madness comes
it is the only time I feel
I know who I really am.
Most of the time
I leave myself behind somewhere,
somewhere in a past that
comes only in shadows;
Only in memories.

I wish my memory was in my heart,
so I could cut them both out
with one slice...

[For Mick]
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Ailinn
Windchimer

2217 Posts

Posted - 12/03/2020 :  17:42:16  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
"...both sides of the glass..." he says.

-Border songs. Ash aisles off Revoluciůn. Death in the streets before dawn. Blue air mineral-heavy Harbor. Late sunsets. Red clouds. Votives in niches down the loggia wall. A basket of limes on the table. The widow's hand-hemmed pillow cases and petal-soft sheets.

-San Elijo first light. Storm out past the breakwater stalking the sky. Odd shine on the water. Two blue herons in green reeds. Their prehistoric presence. He's standing at the window with his palms resting on the edge of the sink. "Did you feel it?" he asks later. She knows what he's thinking. Time stalled. Distilled. Fish in the shallows of his mind.

-A walk on wooden sidewalks. Wet bench where the dew sat down. Cloud scud over the orchard. Sun glisten. Rush of blushing blossoms in a high apple town. The ardent edge to it all.

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Ailinn
Windchimer

2217 Posts

Posted - 12/16/2020 :  18:01:49  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
The phone rings in the kitchen. The old phone with its long-distance cord. "Had to talk to you. Had to," he says. "There again... Grey all the time." Rain on the line in a city he's lost in. Oil-slick freeway. Gasoline dreams. Fire in barrels on the corner and under the overpass. "Oh, a whole bunch of badness," he laughs. His mind, kaleidoscopic. Notes on flash paper. Tricks in the bag he keeps near him.
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