|  theartfulblogger | Dec 21, 2006 7:11pm | The sound of her heels on the hardwood echoed in the empty room. One last look around. So many memories! She brought her babies from the hospital to this home. First smiles, first steps, first birthdays. The room was chill and as she pulled her sweater tighter to her body, she thought, "How apropos". This was the last line of the last chapter of this book. She left the key on the kitchen counter, pulled the door shut behind her and turned for one last look.
The first line of the first chapter of a book yet to be written. |
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|  |  501303 | Dec 26, 2006 9:27pm | Tori Amos.
Isn't she great? I spent hours listening to her. I can also spend hours figuring out her lyrics, and come up with different answers every time. Every song feels like authentic and heartfelt, like she is laying bare her soul. It doesn't feel like a rehearsed studio performance. She is fabulous that way.
Music allows me to escape, not think about anything else. It fills me with emotions from the songs, and buries my own troubling ones. Who needs to think about his or her own life, when they can think about Tori's beautiful songs all day long? |
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Sponsor |  Sneakeasy | Jan 1, 2007 1:49am | Every day I ride my bike, along the Bike Trail, to work.
I pass the same buildings, parks, golf courses, schools, and stadiums, every day, and see the same white, concrete, river bed, and its always changing collection of trash, and water levels.
Then one day in July something new appears, and mystery arrives at an underpass.
Every day the memorial, with its black metal cross, and Novena Candle, surrounded by flowers, confronts me on my travels with a question.
Who was Felipe Hernandez?
Googling on New Years adds 2 more questions: Who Killed him on this spot, and why? |
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| | | 501303 | Jan 3, 2007 9:50am | The man with the big black gun walked up to me.
"Which way to paradise?"
I didn't know, but he had a gun. I thought paradise didn't exist. Still, I needed an answer and I needed it quick.
"Have you thought about suicide bombing in the name of religion? People seem to think that works. One way ticket to paradise."
He smirked. Maybe the answer had satisfied him.
"OK my friend. Would you like to go to paradise?"
"I thought I had found paradise, but then she changed her mind."
He nodded and said, "Suicide bombing is so much easier." |
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| | theartfulblogger | Apr 19, 2007 3:50pm | I don't love you. I don't love you. I don't love you.
She stared blankly into the mirror and her words echoed flatly in the room. The attempt to muster enough courage to tell him was a failure from the start. He was everything she should want, yet something was missing. She had struggled for months to find a way to let him down easy.
He was in love with her. Crazy, head over heels love and it pained her that she couldn't find that within herself to offer back.
Maybe that courage would come another day, but not today. |
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|  MuguGuyPann | May 1, 2007 9:43pm | I was just a kid, not yet twenty, living downstairs from Thor in a narrow room with black banana peels hanging from the ceiling fan and concrete crumbling under the rug. My books grew moldy on the shelf that summer, along with my coat and blanket.
At night the frat boys across the alley threw beer bottles through their own windows and beat on their own cars with bats. Late one night I heard voices passing by my window.
"That's the greatest thing about Phi Delt," the voice bellowed. "You can get drunk as shit and then stumble over here." |
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Sponsor | | soopergrape | May 15, 2007 10:26am | "Well, I'm certainly not at my best."
"That's a blessing. I don't think I could deal with that just now."
Oh to be close to her again, right now. To smell her hair and whisper in her ear, and..."
"I don't kiss anyone in the first five minutes of a date." Her coy smile saying his thoughts were transparent to her, shared,...or both.
He understood now what would cause a man to say "Name your request, to the half of my kingdom!" She had donned his shades and was leaving a trail of laughter that he would follow anywhere. |
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| | theartfulblogger | Jul 30, 2007 6:50pm | | When all is quiet and the complicated boils down, there is one undeniable truth that remains. You can do your best to avoid, and perhaps you will be successful for a time, but regardless of how you play the game, you must come to terms eventually. And in that acknowledgment is pain. But, if you allow yourself to really feel, there is something else, as well. When you are true to your heart, there is a light, a weightlessness that will free you from the constraints of this existence. Go. Seek it out. And when you find it, embrace it. |
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| | nextword | May 12, 3:12am | Quite how Eve, a little 12-year-old Native American girl of the Ojibwa tribe, came to arrive on the shores of Dover in a boat with a pea-green hull is a tale for another time and is perhaps beyond my telling. But as the New York liner moored in the docks, I remember clearly that moment I first saw her. She was standing on the prow. The squall and sea spittle whipped around her black shawl like the gulls that hovered for sea scraps and fish tails. Her dusky features bore stark relief against the sunless greys of an English winter.
The story continues here: tintaweb.blogspot.com [tintaweb.blogspot.com] |
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