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Ailinn
Windchimer

2217 Posts

Posted - 03/03/2006 :  20:54:44  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
Light grows by leaps and bounds. From high windows. White flowers. Embroidered on the sky. Hand-hemmed pillow cases. Looking out from that shuttered sea window. Salt on the screen. Chimes in the northwest corner. There's the beveled pane, now. All fractured light and twisted trees. Groves and low orchards behind them. And heavy air. A fragrance they can lean on. "The real deal!" he says, defiantly alive. "Hahaha," she says, "you watch too much Television."
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Ailinn
Windchimer

2217 Posts

Posted - 03/05/2006 :  18:37:19  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
Standing in line at the triple A counter. A gratutious Sunday morning. The clerk explains how the title transfers "acrobatically". "I mean, autoMAtically," she laughs, correcting herself. The Cirque de Soliel is performing across the Freeway. Their posters on utility poles all over town. In hot hedges outside the Auto Club, irridescent hummingbirds hover. Sipping from outlandish Birds of Paradise. Suspended in mid-air. Long drinks while their costumed wings shimmer. With the Pink Slip in my pocket I head for the market and home. The kids want to stop for lemon ices. The sun rests it's color at the horizon's razor edge. Wide crimson spreading. Mexico to Malibu.
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Ailinn
Windchimer

2217 Posts

Posted - 03/05/2006 :  18:43:23  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
"Ah, Senor," Fernando says, "the guitars are quiet tonight." The filigreed silver cross in the corner. The shuttered window. The studded lemon-lime light. His one hundred reflections in the rear-view mirror in the middle of the night. The last ride out of town.
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Ailinn
Windchimer

2217 Posts

Posted - 03/12/2006 :  18:56:42  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
WITH JUAREZ AT THE CAFE LUPE

We've been friends long enough, he says
Patting the tortillas dry
Letting some cigarette ash fall into the cornmeal
I look up from the shredded lettuce and cheese
He gets edgy when I don't meet his eyes
So I look up
But I don't say a word
Hey
No use fishing for trouble
And look at him
Something is about to sneak up on him
And he knows it
Today is a special occasion
We rig a canopy over the well
And put folding chairs out for the women
I set the tables with platters
And large wooden bowls for the salads
At every sixth place is salsa and chips
Pepper sauce and Tabasco
So nobody has to reach far, he says
Placing himself in the center
And measuring the distance with the spread of his arms
He leans in his boots in the doorway
While I finish taping the paper tablecloths down
I know by his look that he likes it
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Ailinn
Windchimer

2217 Posts

Posted - 03/13/2006 :  19:46:28  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
Holes in the cloudbank. Stars showing through. Salt and sealight under a glitter-bright sky. His Spirit in the galley bent to remembering. Red right returning. Welcome three bells.
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Ailinn
Windchimer

2217 Posts

Posted - 03/13/2006 :  19:47:49  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
The soul is a bird on a string straining for Heaven.

~Saint John of the Cross~
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Ailinn
Windchimer

2217 Posts

Posted - 03/15/2006 :  19:49:13  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
They're trying to cut down on coffee. Chloe and Zeke. She works at The Diner now. The coffee's free. And the mac and cheese congeals in Zeke's arteries every Wednesday evening at 6 pm. "Come Friday!" Chloe pleads, "the halibut's better." "Drowsy," says Zeke, and shrugs rounded shoulders. Handsome in his beaded shirt. Drowsy Two Nose. "Three X's against him!" Chloe says.
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Ailinn
Windchimer

2217 Posts

Posted - 03/15/2006 :  19:52:57  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
She cuts his blue heart out of his burning shirt pocket. She safety-pins it to hers. He sends messages to his Hole-in-the-Wall gang explaining the situation. He sends, "Hurry! This is no joke!" The sun sets in a cup of the mountains.
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Ailinn
Windchimer

2217 Posts

Posted - 03/16/2006 :  18:34:08  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
"Not easy," he says. "Not meant to be." All the nights lay down together under Heaven's cold floor. The nights are fermenting stars. The days are hives of fire.
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Doug L
Firefly

Canada
5446 Posts

Posted - 03/17/2006 :  23:58:05  Show Profile  Visit Doug L's Homepage  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
Don't surrender your loneliness
so quickly. Let it cut more deep,
let it ferment and season you.
As few human or even divine ingredients can.

Something missing in my heart tonight
has made my eyes so soft,
my voice so tender,
my need of God so absolutely clear.

Don't surrender your loneliness
so quickly.


-Muhammad Hafiz


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Ailinn
Windchimer

2217 Posts

Posted - 03/18/2006 :  17:15:20  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
This morning Mirella brought beautiful, hardy plants in a wine crate shaped like a rainbow. A rainbow with winged words ~Blue Loon Winery~ flying out of a pot of gold. Mirella has a green thumb. Perfect petals and shiny leaves. I have a black one. Except with cactus living year-round at the edges. Guardians of the ground they survey. Lonesome, reclusive, and sharp. Later, with our hands in the potting soil I ask Mirella, "...do you think it's a reflection of our characters?" "Hahaha," she says. "You look too much into things."
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Craig
Firefly

Kyrgyzstan
3793 Posts

Posted - 03/18/2006 :  19:48:35  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
Coming back through the bike trails yesterday, we stumble upon each other, the first copperhead of the season. It recoiled in fear as I passed by, neither one of us wanting a closer encounter. Spring is here...

Craig
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Ailinn
Windchimer

2217 Posts

Posted - 03/19/2006 :  20:33:17  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
The APL Panama is anchored in open seas off the coast of Baja Mexico. Refloated at 4:40am March 10th by Edinburgh salvage master, David Stirling. The 835 foot-long container ship ran aground Christmas day inside Ensenada's harbor. Close enough to walk out and touch at low tide. The Panama's estimated worth is 50 million American dollars. Her cargo, twice that much. The salvage costs may run to 10 million. The vessel was salvaged under the time-honored "no cure-no pay" rule. Now Mr. Stirling goes home to Scotland where, "I have nothing to do with the sea."
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Ailinn
Windchimer

2217 Posts

Posted - 03/19/2006 :  20:46:36  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
...further south down the Baja peninsula, curious, 35-ton California Gray whales are breaching and dancing and mating close to the pangas at Guerrero Negro. The whales were almost extinct in early 1900. Now 25 thousand make the yearly 10 thousand mile round- trip.
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Ailinn
Windchimer

2217 Posts

Posted - 03/20/2006 :  21:55:03  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
Drowsey Two Nose sleeps on the porch some nights. An arrangement he has with Ezekial. Zeke. Before Chloe arrived. Last night, Drowsey made it back to the yard. Well... Half in the yard and half in the gravel drive. He was down to Tinka's workin' on the Sierra when the Brock boys pulled in. About noon. They're Saturday faithfuls at the Casino. Drowsey's busted. Tapped-out. Broke. Alimony and child-support. But he's got those jugs of liquid light turnin' up all over the reservation. Chole doesn't allow them in. She's gone back to partin' her hair down the middle. Wearin' it in a braid.
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Ailinn
Windchimer

2217 Posts

Posted - 03/21/2006 :  21:29:46  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
She sits by him. At the fire. Beside the warmth they both lean towards. For hours. For years. Their shoulders melting in the dark.
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Doug L
Firefly

Canada
5446 Posts

Posted - 03/21/2006 :  22:50:15  Show Profile  Visit Doug L's Homepage  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
Even Faust begged the moment to stay.
Verweile doch, Du bist so schon.
Linger a while, for you are so beautiful.


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Ailinn
Windchimer

2217 Posts

Posted - 03/23/2006 :  21:50:03  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
The Museum at Hidden Candle Cove is closed. Where she practices cartography. Apprenticed to the magician when Durrow was cold. 600 AD. Dim stars only he could see. An Ocean. History. His gaze so grave and strange. Her smile so brazen. Through centuries. The dust of the past. Holding them in thrall.
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Ailinn
Windchimer

2217 Posts

Posted - 03/25/2006 :  19:17:53  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
We are squatters at the gates of Paradise tonight. Bowing our heads and folding our hands. Waiting for our cold souls warm renewal. Prayers for all who are in harms way or hurting. Father, please bless us all.
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Craig
Firefly

Kyrgyzstan
3793 Posts

Posted - 03/25/2006 :  20:24:11  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
Bless us all...

Craig
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