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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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16  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / flag on: July 04, 2019, 07:45:30 PM
Running fast, lungs punctured with air, breath exploding in puffs I dive behind a tree, bark peeling off like shedding skin. The air is weighted, a blanket of carbon dioxide I steal a look. The red t-shirt "flag" is draped across a patch of grass, guard sitting crosslegged, humming taunts and cracking his knuckles. I suck wind, calm myself, wipe the damp salt off my temple it's now or never. Start running again, avoiding roots and slippery mud puddles. I'm spotted, flash of electric energy trying to get by the guard I see my teammate creep behind us. Now I stop, daring the guard to come tag me, face red and blotchy, feet tender smell of mud and grass and BO, he rushes me I slide away but feel my sleeve being tugged back. A yell in my right ear, but my periphery sees-- 
17  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / lighting on: July 03, 2019, 06:47:05 PM
Laying on a cold cushion, giant lights pour over me, my eyes blinking lines away the squeak of shoes on linoleum warm voice asks me questions about my history. Broken bones, trauma, chronic illness I pinpoint memories like countries on a map. I fell out of a tree, warm ground stuck to the side of my face rush of blood to my head as I tried to stand. Broken family, yelling through cracked doorways, smell of scotch and whir of a computer screen. Flying through the air until metal crunches I black out, time and space a blur, glass stuck between my teeth the sun feels like a spotlight, cooking me alive. Breathing in wheezy spurts, scars through college double shots and late-night greesy burgers, snickers ice cream my numbing senses, sleep not--

[Man I went dark on this one  Shocked
18  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / Re: Sock on: July 02, 2019, 11:39:13 PM
This was "sockingly" good!  Cheesy
19  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / sock on: July 02, 2019, 11:35:01 PM
Sitting in the back of a rusty green pick up bed. Wind tumbles through my hair, swirling like a drunkard. The wheel well is rigid and uneven, imprint on my thigh red like a cattle burn. Stomping through acres of brush, marsh and mud my socks feel wet, rubbing at my heel, a chill rides up my feet to the top floor of my head. I shudder. Chainsaw, loud and reckless white bullets of branch fly at my face, stick to my sweat-soaked neck hairs. Taste of sap and gatorade, yellow I shoot it into my mouth, sloshing it down my chin it tickles. These socks will never be the same, stretched like elastic strongmen, caked with a rim of reddish brown I'll pick up some new cotton ones, soft, short and cheap, gleaming in plastic on the pristine shelf under bright white lights and smiley face signs.     
20  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / solo cup on: July 01, 2019, 05:58:56 PM
Dusty basement couch, blue upholstery fraying at the seams. I breathe heavy, watching the room drift from side to side. Ping pong game, the ball moves so fast it looks like a comet, hard smack of paddle on the little plastic ball, grunting, grip of hand on the rounded wooden handle I sip from my solo cup, lips on the hard, tasteless plastic. Red, with dark liquid inside, mostly foam left now my stomach churns in protest of the stuff. The noise of the room is deafening, like being front row at a rock show, voices getting louder and more hoarse by the minute, smell of cheap wine, old spice deodorant, ripe sweat. Suddenly claustrophobic, I rush over to the window, feel the 2 am air lazily pat my face. Louvered glass, moon bright, blinding almost. Tomorrow I'll be detoxing--

   
21  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / Re: Trampoline on: June 28, 2019, 05:59:48 PM
Nice, I'm impressed that you can pull a cohesive poem out of 10 minutes!
22  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / trampoline on: June 28, 2019, 05:56:22 PM
Cutting grass in the backyard. Sweat drips off my face. Loose pieces of green cling to my pants like Christmas ornaments. I cut around the trampoline, leaving rebel patches by the feet. This used to be our favorite thing, black canvas stretched across metal, a whizzing sound when you run your fingers across it the top. In the air, defying gravity for just a second, feeling the way my body jerks involuntarily, giving vertigo. Land at the same time and you'll lose your bounce, legs crumbling in a heap. The rusty faucet we used to spray water as we jumped, little droplets exploding in the air, slipping back and forth, getting strawberries on our knees, inside to cool off and drape gangling arms over the long table, scarfing pb&j's in two bites--   
23  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / box on: June 27, 2019, 06:13:54 PM
I collect so much stuff. Hidden cd collections with jewel cases cracking and cds scratched enough to skip during one song. Cardboard boxes stacked like the pyramids, packing tape tugging the covers down, coming up at the edge, softening around the corners, little black flecks where cockroaches have tried to get in. Soft sweaters that I wore to high school football games, cheering green and gold under ultra bright field lights. My room smells of carpet cleaner and clean sheets, early morning air warm I sit breathing in the day, back arrow straight. When you feel claustrophobic in your own room, it's time to get rid of things. I stack a box on the painted pine table outside Salvation Army. My hand grips the nostalgia one last time, and then I drive away, not looking back. 
24  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / Re: A Hard Drive on: June 26, 2019, 06:54:46 PM
I might be allergic to memory as I feel a giant sneeze stirring deep in my chest.

Allergic to memory. Nice!
25  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / hard drive on: June 26, 2019, 06:51:12 PM
She sits in a corner, yellow lamp lighting paper and making halos on the wall. Soft whir of a computer, clicks and staccato hammer of typing. Her screen is covered with a thin layer of grime, tiny cobwebs and dust bunnies live behind the hard drive housing. Smell of body odor and leftover pizza she licks her dry lips, gets lost in a time warp. One click and the world is yours. See the slow swing of a racket as sweat drips off your favorite tennis player. Hear the pulsing soundscape of house music through tiny earbuds, wires spilling down your neck. Look straight up at the Eiffel Tower as if you're there. But there is no-- 
26  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / Re: Albuquerque on: June 25, 2019, 04:38:17 PM
I must admit, I struggled a little with this as I haven't been there... Looked a couple of photos up and went with it. I could have taken another angle on it I suppose!

You and me both!
27  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / Albuquerque on: June 25, 2019, 04:34:34 PM
Heat waves. Sigh of clouds disappear, I spear an asparagus from my plate, warm dripping, crunchy, garlic hitting my tongue. Clothes stick to skin, whip of a paper fan to cool sweat off my damp forehead. I wanna move, feel motion. Maybe catch a train to Albuquerque, engine humming loud, world gliding away through a window view of fields and tiny towns.       
28  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / Re: Sun tan lotion (and later, the beach) on: June 24, 2019, 11:08:50 PM
I thought you had some great imagery like " slightly yellow colour, like old teeth and the ivories of pianos", and the description of you tasting the sand pulled me in.

Maybe less commentary and concern for a cohesive, stationary description would help you stay more sense bound. But overall nice job.
29  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / sun tan lotion on: June 24, 2019, 10:58:43 PM
I walk across creaking, salt-worn boards, bleached white from the years. Scent of bird shit and sun tan lotion, white noise of ocean wind carries strands of hair over my eyes. It's nice to forget swiped phones and worn-handled briefcases, to dip toes into blankets of cool water, to feel each breath make it's way up your abdomen, warm air colliding with the outside world. I see a couple laying on sandy towels with backs beet red, drinks nuzzled into the soft ground I feel my skin begin to heat up, time to find a shelter from UV rays, a lone palm tree droops-- 
30  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / calendar on: June 19, 2019, 05:00:30 PM
I remember laying in the old scratched up living room sofa, feet sticking out past the broken end. Chatter of soothing voices, air drips in from the louvered wooden windows. Printed calendar hangs by scotch tape corners, I watch it move day after day, losing track of how many since the accident...
Gas, burn of metal, the smell of blood drying to skin and hot plastic, silhouettes on the the grass we are alone, my mouth is broken glass.  Up on the road, an ambulance sounds, faint in my mind. Loud cutting sound, stretcher, dripline I watch the i.v. drip into my arm, mind suddenly spinning out I drift-- 
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