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Category Archives: 100 Days 2011
061/100 aka 201/365
FEATHERS AND RAINCOATS Word Count: 499 My task for the week was to find a pink feather. My quests start on a Sunday and end at midnight on Friday. Saturday I rest, like the Lord. Or no, that was … Continue reading
060/100 aka 200/365
SCARS Word Count: 270 I traced the scars down your back, long paths deepened by the dim streetlights that sieved through the curtains. You shivered away from my fingertips but said nothing. I thought I knew enough not to ask … Continue reading
059/100 aka 199/365
BOUNDARIES AND LAWS AND ALL THAT KIND OF SHIT Word Count: 293 The hummingbird hones in on the feeder. A bee bumbles its way around the faces of New Guinea Impatience, each hair picking up pollen like a new … Continue reading
058/100 aka 198/365
LOVE LETTERS Word Count: 290 There it is, I see it just up ahead, a bright burst of color on a colorless back road that winds and curves too slow for its 35 mph speed limit and too fast … Continue reading
057/100 aka 197/365
INDIVIDUAL Word Count: 309 The day starts with the sun rising in the east, breaking into my room through the blinds on the window, articulating each slat as a separate entity yet part of the whole. I too, am an … Continue reading
056/100 aka 196/365
DREAM SCHEMES Word Count: 260 When I was little I dreamed of being a ballerina, like the ones I saw on TV sometimes before my father grumbled and changed channels to football or baseball or whatever sport was in … Continue reading
055/100 aka 195/365
PERSPECTIVE 2 Word Count: 101 Drifting clouds I catch on my fingers, twirl them around and eat them like sweet cotton candy. I wait for the noon sun to melt roads into chocolate, the special dark kind that I love. … Continue reading
054/100 aka 194/365
RECALCULATING Word Count: 466 After it happened we all stood around and asked the inevitable What? Jessie said it was karma and Roxanne said it was the way the sun hit the frog pond at twelve noon that day. I … Continue reading
053/100 aka 193/365
MOVEMENT Word Count: 220 The slow morning air brushes my neck like a lover. Or a dog gnawing a bone, which is one and the same if you think about it, reaching the rich core of marrow the goal. I … Continue reading
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052/100 aka 192/365
OF PRISONS Word Count: 345 Outside is a prison of the ash walls of the night. The air is thick with the day’s troubles. The screams of the people as the mornings have punched them with fists of reality, as … Continue reading