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This week's words;

Sunday - Instructions

Monday- Motorcycle

Tuesday- Wildflower

Wednesday- Asparagus

Thursday- Stopwatch

Friday - Confetti

Saturday-Homesick



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1  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / flip flops on: August 18, 2019, 07:53:21 AM
Tourists stop and take pictures in front of the old theater, rental car new and shiny, they wear sandals that they call flip flops (nobody calls them flip flops here) and smell of scented sun tan lotion. I've worn slippers (flip flops) since I can remember, 6 dollar locals made of rubber, the thong in the middle popping through the hole from my arched feet when I walk to fast, my high arches push against them until the skin has the y outline, tan lines, sand stuck between my toes as I sip a wine cooler, head woozy from sun and drink. Waves race up to the towel I'm sitting on- I crab walk back just in time. A group of girls lays on their stomachs, getting rid of strap tan lines, a man so soaked with sun it looks like he could shrivel up and become a raisin. I squint through dark sunglasses, blink away tan lotion and salt water--   
2  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / Marker on: August 13, 2019, 07:06:16 PM
Coloring signs for the church car wash, markers bleeding on to the bright card stock, blocky letters curve like lazy cats across, asphalt soupy with heat, soaps sud onto chrome fenders and my wrists tighten as I scrub insects and mud from neglected wheel wells. I remember using a sharpie on a white board once, dried black permanently etched into the corner, smell of scented markers strawberry, cherry, grape feeling high from sniffing my hands become tatooed in ink. Glue and scissors we make things for fun into abstract shapes, hanging them from house front windows. No real construction is done, no swinging of hammers or spit of screws into drywall, purple fingers from a missplaced hit we just make art, throwing glitter on ourselves, it will stay in our hair for months...
3  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / Cape Cod on: August 12, 2019, 06:08:28 PM
I sit at the edge of the rickety wooden peer, legs dangling like a puppet's. Hands pressed onto the water-worn wood bleached white I feel a prick of a splinter. Ocean water jumps and flips in deep blue bursts, slow sigh like an old man breathing, woman walks by cursing loudly under her breath air fuming from her nostrils turtle neck pulled up to her soft chin. Cape Cod, so different from where I'm from, so dry and full of American History. Taste, smell, flavor of fish and lobster, I think I see a clamshell at the bottom of the sea, holding its gleaming white pearl tight in its closed mouth--   
4  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / Tuba on: August 09, 2019, 06:01:53 PM
Cold band room a/c, I sit on a squeaky plastic chair, gold and copper colors like treasure in clenched hands, mouths blowing cheeks full faces red with effort. armitures faces contort, carpet collecting loose spittle like a sticky fly trap I watch the warm ups, feet tapping to the tempo. The air is electric with focus, eyes on charts as we navigate through the b section. Little smile curves in as we hit the punches just right. In 30 minutes the bell will ring and everyone will be pushing and shoving out the door, power-walking towards lasagna, gossip and 2 percent milk. But right now, in this overly bright, carpet-walled classroom, we all feel the pulse, the movement, the music as one.     
5  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / Re: Tea Bag on: August 07, 2019, 04:59:06 PM
Nice session. I was in it with you the whole time.
6  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / Tea Bag on: August 07, 2019, 04:56:23 PM
Explosion of flavors, sugary colors swirl, a cyclone of bubblegum and whipped cream. I watch the excitement on her face, slurps through the long straw, eyes dancing hands clutching the drink like a prize. I sip my plain peppermint tea, tea bag swirling around like a fish, steaming water a sponge soaking in the mild tingling minty essence. My sisters used to put used lipton tea bags on their face, trying to remove bags under their eyes and exfoliate the skin. Sounds of vocal warm ups filled the kitchen, my hands tapping to imaginary beats on my scrawny thighs. Smell of washed hair and dove soap--   
7  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / Pillow on: August 06, 2019, 05:51:00 PM
Soft plush wrapped around my neck, shaky cabin with recycled air vents and sounds of crying babies. I rest my chin forward, eyes half-moons the dim light dull white noise clouds float by like pillows, fluffy my throat's dry, saliva sucked up like I'm at the dentist with a tube between my teeth, sharp metal poking at my gums, smell of bubblegum and flouride, leaning slightly back in a torquoise seat, awkward my muscles tense until they open my mouth and talk about my day with me... flying back to lava rocks and sugar cane blowing--    
8  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / Cigar on: August 05, 2019, 06:06:10 PM
Sitting in green plastic adirondack chairs, legs stretched out feet getting tickled by lanky grass we smoke in silence, long puffs interrupted by coqui frog calls and dumb remarks, revs of laughter. The cigar sits between my hands, warm against the skin I cough as I inhale too quickly. Low-lit ember is all I see of my friend's face, night shading the yard, my hoodie will smell of tobacco for days. Taste of french fries and salt water linger, earlier walking across hot lava rock to fresh water ponds, caves. The air through my nostrils burns as I breathe out the day, eyes heavy. 
9  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / Horn on: July 31, 2019, 06:48:52 PM
I open the thick wooden door, music escapes outside, sound of scales in G flat and 16th note trumpet parts, glint of the horns off long sweep of incandescent light. Plaid shirt, a pretty face I look shyly towards the pianos. My hand holds the hickory sticks, chocolate milk burps and jabbing jokes but we are all business now, eyes focused on our teacher's hands. Taste of anticipation in the air, a slight prick of nerves I count us in, bringing back the dead through jazz standards. The air is dense, immediate, my mouth forces a calm breath and we're off.
10  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / Light Bulb on: July 26, 2019, 07:29:54 PM
We wander through the dark city streets, eves and overhangs like caves and stalactites, stores shutting down, light bulbs flicker off leaving a hint of orange glow in their wake. Smell of all spice as we pass an herbal remedy store, display dim, cannabis leaves and bundled sage. Concrete curved, scuffed up curbs where the morning delivery van kiss its tires, tired man in a tan work shirt, already sweating before the sun even show its head. The taste of jasmine in the air mingles with sooty city burnt hints, like putting your face inside an old tire. I glance behind, echoes run and shadows drum my neck tingles, pulse quickens. Imaginations run wild late at night, breath of shoes scraping I turn and see a woman bent over her sleeping bag, eyes like hollow moons jangle of quarters I felt--     
11  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / Re: Toaster on: July 26, 2019, 07:17:16 PM
Hidden lava orange beneath the chrome crust plugged and powered from the wall.

Cool line!
12  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / Tijuana on: July 25, 2019, 08:24:24 PM
Hot dusty highway, the sky frowns as my eyes squint through the bright windshield glow. Breath smells of salsa and refried beans, sweating spicy jalepenos and greasy chicken, about as authentic as any Mexican food I've had. South of the border they may make it even better, down in a nondescript kitchen with wooden chairs, slow fans turning the heatwave in circles, fresh fumes of chopped cilantro and lemon, where chatter is full of rolled R's and J's that sound like L's. Tijuana, with rusty tin-roofed houses jimmy-rigged into low-hanging power lines for electricity, card board coverings, smell of rotting garbage, across town sit men in spotless white-- 
13  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / Lavender on: July 23, 2019, 08:02:05 PM
I sit coloring, fingers firm skin constricted I grip the pencil, pigment skimming off like ink onto the smooth pulpy page, bark on bark in hues of magenta, aquamarine, lavender, charcoal. Dirty dishes sit piled up like a Jenga game, food stuck to plates, flies starting to hover, punch of tires outside breaks the lazy silence, a laughing voice in the distance. This town hunkers down for an early bedtime, stars spread out overhead. I taste the humid air and burp chardonnay, muscles at once tight and relaxed, hum of the fridge white noise as I fill in the page, feet tapping to some earworm melody. Sprig of flowers droops in a vase on the counter, lavender scent mixed with days old water and roses losing their petals. I need to get up suddenly, breathe--- 
14  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / Toaster on: July 22, 2019, 06:14:55 PM
Bargain hunting in hole-in-the-wall thrift shops filled to the ceiling, smell of of moth balls and lemon-scented wood oil. Music plays trebly, piercing from the back of the room. Graveyard of electronics, wires flopping like dead fish, toaster with blackened edges, this thing is toast I think cleverly to myself. Toasters used to be my favorite cooking device, frosted blueberry pop tarts I'd tuck them into the slots and plunge the lever down, waiting, watching, steadying myself for the jack-in-the-box surprise pop! fingers burning hot hot hot as I flick the toasted morsels onto my plate. Molten filling, blue and white with sprinkles I salivate, dissolve on my tongue I feel my blood-sugar elevating like the ocean at high tide.
15  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / Re: Wand on: July 20, 2019, 06:24:54 PM
Thanks! I liked your last line a lot:

Alone against the backdrop of a hill clutching the world while her grassy whiskers twirl and lift to the mottled mouth of heaven

good stuff
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