Here’s a thoughtful snippet from someone whose brain thinks like mine, but better.
Synapses and Other Conjunctions
My advice? Wear boots, even among the dead.
Our barefoot friend, having separated the rattler’s
head from its body, picked up the six-foot
length to show off, and stepped back onto
the head, which though not alive, still managed
to squeeze venom from the ducts and inject it
through its fangs, into his foot. Consider this
a metaphor, if you must, but don’t belabor
it. This morning I am searching for
connections. The plumber says that when
the overflow is clogged, the sink won’t drain
properly, and I notice similarities between
vision and words and the dryer’s vent — how
twists and hard angles and blurry lint may
confuse the issue, perhaps even start a fire.
And before you say, yes, yes, that’s what
I want, a fire, consider other possibilities,
not to mention consequences. Confuse
one word for another, and you’re an idiot.
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In which the editor and the sidekick adventure at an office supply store.
Sometimes writers believe that adding a touch of their natural speak helps the reader feel more comfortable with their words. I believe this to be true to a point. If you read Stephen King, you can almost hear that New England accent from many of the actors in his movies. If you read Charlaine Harris,… Continue reading A Little Goes a Long Way…
Another poem from the extraordinary Sarah Doughty.
I am more than the shallow breaths that escape my aching lungs, billowing up in a little white puff against the chilly, moonlit night. I am more than the weight you’ve forced me to carry on my shoulders. I am more than the distant, far-off look in my empty eyes. I am more than the bones you cracked in anger or bruised for the fun of it. I am more than the blood you spilled, for I have turned all that pain into something different. Something you can never touch.
I have turned my blood into ink. It slides down my skin like a caress. It flows in my veins and coats my insides like body armor. And it makes my mind come alive like you never could.
© Sarah Doughty
Image courtesy of Laura Makabresku
Sarah Doughty is the tingling wonder-voice behind Heartstring Eulogies. She’s also the author of The Silence…
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Hi, I’m Sherron, from the South, and I am a bookaholic.
I currently have my dream job, which is freelance editing. —More to read!
My mother is also an avid reader like me so we’ve always shared books back and forth. Now with the digital age we share a nook account. Works out great. She buys some, I buy some, and we both get to read without mailing the books to each other.
Recently, I was trying to get into the B&N account to add a couple of books to our library. My password didn’t work. Repeatedly. I can’t change it because they wanted to email something to my mother’s email.
I remember she’d recently had a complete computer apocalypse, and had been forced to change some passwords that only the old computer had known. I thought maybe B&N was one of them.
I email; she sends the password. Funny…
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I know I’m supposed to write my own stuff occasionally, but there are so many really good bloggers that I’d rather share with you. So today, another poet.
Reblogged from Opinionated Man —supporting other bloggers. Originally posted on HarsH ReaLiTy: 1 – Promoting other bloggers through reblogs and pingbacks is an awesome way to network and grow your community. 2 – WordPress has a forever growing group of bloggers blogging on every topic you can think of. Promoting new bloggers and new topics helps to spread ideas and cultures around…