Showing posts with label One sentence. Show all posts
Showing posts with label One sentence. Show all posts
One Sentence: 20 June 2012
Speedwalking, baby hummingbird on milkweed, oh, I wish I had my camera w..., fall, crack, slide, gravel, blood, curses.
One Sentence: 5:06 P.M. April 25, 2012
Recipe for a delectable evening: Moroccan couscous with apricots, cinnamon green onions, cumin, honey, mint, topped with cucumber over a bed of spinach, followed by torta di noni with olive oil ice cream.
One Sentence: 9:52 P.M. April 21,2012
Today,I understand why the ancients worshipped the sun as a god.
One Sentence: April 15, 2012
I am offered moth tea from a cauldron by a red-haired woman: this dream woke me at 2:27 this morning and has lingered through the day and in to the evening hour.
One Sentence: 11:36 P.M. April 3, 2012
Yes, April is the cruelest month, the wild winds of the day a reminder of just how small we are.
One Sentence: March 18, 2012
Recipe for a happy Sunday: Large crock pot; one and one half cup balsamic vinegar; one white onion, sliced; one bag small Irish potatoes, one head red cabbage, sliced; one head green cabbage, sliced; cook on high for four hours; dash of cream horseradish; white stoneware; large tine flatware; heavy glassware; family; two dogs; one four-year old in Spiderman goggles and hand gear.
One Sentence: 4:57 P.M. March, 15,2012
Tiramisu and Italian coffee makes the medicine of the day go down much smoother.
One Sentence: March 6, 2012
Six days into the month are enough to cleave the past from the present and the future.
One Sentence: 8:20 January 13, 2012
Sitting opposite me on a sea green ottoman, a distressed yellow table between us, the woman pointedly told me that not every door I see open before me has to be either black or white.
One Sentence: 4:04 P.M. January 11, 2011
Dark roast coffee and vanilla bean creme brûlée, a sweet conclusion to a tart day.
One Sentence: 11:45 P. M. January 9, 2011
Ice, fall, blood, ambulance, emergency room, broken nose, lacerated hand, seventeen stitches.
One Sentence: 10:53 P.M. January 8, 2011
Born a dragon the year before the market crashed and compressed into a worldwide depression, you have occupied this life and the spaces between a world war and countless more, a red scare, harnessing the atom into capital a & h, freedom ringing, then the staccatto of gunfire, a kind of peace, mother, father, childhood friends disappearing in the soil you love, two wives, one wretched, one beloved, and children, grandchildren and great-grandchildren multiplying like wild poppies, filling eighty-four years in this new dragon year.
One Sentence: 10:08 P.M. January 7, 2011
Early morning, a caravan of geese barking overhead, the winter sky blinded with their electric wings, then late afternoon, a legion of strangely quiet crows fill the Suessian-like trees surrounding my property like dark sentinels.
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