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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 / ankle on: February 07, 2018, 02:28:48 PM
Crouched under a loud sun.  Sweat dripping from scalp to nose.   Already tasting celebratory bubbling champagne, the finish line smells of glory, guts and lemon lime Gatorade.  Starter gun rings out like a siren song, out of the gate, ankles hinge on sculpted legs darkening in the humid Sunday.  Tunnel vision like looking through the barrel of a rifle, blasting pistons of endless practice.  Leave it all behind. 
2  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / Aisle on: February 06, 2018, 07:32:37 PM
Each aisle holds onto another soul.   Stained glass windows glare down through a kaleidoscope of rainbow colored light, basking the backs of each praying head.  Confessions, requests, gratitude fly like swallows nesting on echoes off of decadent marble floors.  Forming into a single file, all seekers wait for their turn to sip fruity, full bodied blood of their savor, receive a blessing, and give their praise to holy scripture.  Sage and hope waft and circle around the man dressed in white ropes etched in golden fringe.  Whispers of gospel raise to the porcelain ceiling reducing the size of the congregation to a spec of sand washing in an ancient universe.   Children and adults alike search for a way to cure an aching wondrous heart, by taking a knee to murmur words that have been passed on through generations.   Grabbing onto old oak backed pulpits for dear life for they fear they might get swept away.
3  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / Doctor on: February 05, 2018, 11:46:12 PM
White lights fill white rooms filled with white coats.  It's too soon to tell, but you may never walk again.  Plant a seed of doubt and water it with outdated statistics spewing as venom, cold as steel cutting cushy pale flesh.   We're all the same on the inside, blood lipids searching for a place to shoot onto all that brilliant, sterile chlorine laced white walls.  White gloves snapping against a steady hand, pulling tiny peachy colored hairs.   They don't know how strong you are.  You've cured yourself before, pulled yourself from the middle of a ocean hurricane with just a broken heart and an old wooden ore.  You swam towards the sun and you never looked back, but that was years ago.  Authority barrages you down into tightly wrapped white sheets hugging an outdated mechanical bed.  Your mouth is thick with worry, your blood is slowing like sludge, they paint their picture or your sickness.  But you won't let you give up that easy.  You won't have to choke down soaking wet over salted mashed potatoes or slippery noodle salad at the hospital cafeteria.  The healing has already started, your mind is made up. 
4  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / Notebook on: January 31, 2018, 02:03:04 PM
Lines on the page ran on as red rust dusty roads along a whistling desert night.  Chasing the moon, I drank itís fresh light though dirt streaked windows.   Meditative thuds of hot wheels to highway created a hypnotic rhythm that hit me so deep I fell into myself.  Dark and unable to see I used to my head and my hands to feel around for something to grab onto.   Just like drowning in the shallows of the ocean, all i have to do is stand.   Ink to paper, crinkled scribbles creates a scaffolding.   Brick by brick, I turn each page which smells of blood,sweat and tears masked as new opportunities.   Waiting for what hasnít been written yet opens the future as wide as the New Mexico basin basking in a blood moon, the same blood moon watched and danced under by my ancestors wrapped in musky animal skins and open hearts.  We are connected.  Write that.
5  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / Zoo on: January 24, 2018, 09:15:40 AM
Vertical stripes
Hearts in a cage
Clicking claws on pavement
Sadness turns to rage

Vertical stripes
Orange and black
Walls close in
On a desperate cat

Vertical stripes
Far from home
Canned blood 
Frozen bitter bones

Vertical stripes
Soul for amusement
Mangy withered fur
How have we abused you?

Vertical stripes
King of a jungle
Acrid stench of tourists
They're in trouble

Vertical stripes
Awaits his turn
To snatch one down
Make them learn

Vertical stripes
Meant for more
Jumps the fence
Runs for the door

Vertical Stripes
Free at last
From the prison
of your past
6  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / Spotlight on: January 23, 2018, 09:31:56 AM
It wasn't about what was missing, it was about what he gained.   Standing illuminated in front of his fears, facing them as if walking head first into a powerful wind, remaining strong.His anxiety tastes of his own skin, blood and metal as he nervously chews the inside of mouth a habit he has sworn off for years.  Yellow from his eyes, another sleepless night keeps him in a dreamstate, almost like floating.  Was the pounding he heard, the muffled claps of paying strangers or his own heart beat steadily crawling up his throat until he heaves and hurls his wonderful words onto he paper in front of him?  A black snake of a cord wraps around his lower ankle, tightening and releasing with each unsure step.  All the thoughts that used to hold him back are now ghosts. He used to be haunted by them but they are now just occasional visits that pop up in the corner of his eyes before disintegrating out of existence.  It's the light! The light keeps them away.  Intervenes energy, he could be 15 feet tall right now, exploding through the ceiling and exposing the constellations as his new home, where his legend will go to die someday. 
7  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / Ice Pack on: January 22, 2018, 04:47:35 PM
Pull me from the cold.  I want to soothe you.  I lay resting, waiting, my heart aching until you are hurt again.  The sucking sound of weather stripping holding its kiss awakes me in time to witness
light flooding inside my home, like a river of sunshine.  I taste of acidic frostbite, my veins are filled with frozen blood, but I am here for you.   Toss me from hand to hand until I can lay across your ailments, I feel your tension release under me like knots so tightly wound over years of pavement pounding suddenly becoming untied and free again.  My skin is smooth adjusting myself to the curves of your body.   Our time together is so short, we lay watching your favorite shows, you adjusting your laughter so as not to poke your tenderness.  I want to soothe you.
8  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / Sunglasses on: January 21, 2018, 05:15:11 PM
Nearly invisible, wood frames wrap around his shaggy head weaving through locks of
brownish gold hair.  A staple in a sleepy beach town, stuck in the love revolution and
unafraid to never grow up.  Casting a long shadow, his 7í8Ē fiber glass surfboard sticks out of the
sand like a legendary grave stone.  Hot, bubbling wax oozes along the sun stacked edges,
swelling sweet smells of Sticky Bumps signature surf wax into the ocean air.  Whistling notes in
no particular order, he watches all the tourist, locals weave in and out of each other.  Heís longed for longer
days, filled with wet sand and cool waves.   Utter freedom.  No one awaits his company, no one requires his time.
He heart is filled with a lightness only felt by monks on the Himalayan mountain side.   A guru of the tide,
he watches each set build from beyond the pier until is collides with the anxious California coastline.
Sand grit softly exfoliates his entire body, leaving him like a bronze statue.  Pina colada tasting coconut sunscreen coats his lips as he blows a kiss to his worries.
9  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / Tension on: January 20, 2018, 09:44:19 AM
Is this room getting smaller?  The air was thick with past conversations, slights and rude comments.  As bitterly putrid as old manís cigarette breath, the words bounced up and off of his crusty lips.   She sat there, getting drenched in self doubt, completely soaked from head to toe.   But like the phoenix, it does not take long for her to return with a red hot fiery.  Tension built like an operatic crescendo, adrenaline dumps itís intoxicating drug into the veins of both parties.   If they were surrounded by taught ropes around a 16x16 ring, dressed in silky vinyl shorts, this would make more sense.  She knew I would always be in her corner, but this was her war to wage.  Undoubtedly the one with the biggest bark had the least bite, shuttering away at the any sign of light being shown upon his unfurling arguments, scattering into the dark corners of the room.   No physical signs of violence, but damage has been done. 
10  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / Re: Wok on: January 20, 2018, 09:43:09 AM
YUMMM!  Grin
11  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / Stocking Cap on: January 18, 2018, 09:07:31 AM
Fog is visible from where she lays.  The inner layer of glass fractures into tiny road ways of crusted on ice, forming whitish blue grey lining along the edge.   Cold mornings are for sleeping in.  Even with the window closed she can smell dew that clings to tall grass surrounding her home in the prairies of Kansas.   She grabs handfuls of blanket and bed attempting to shield herself from today's lists of tasks.   Alone, she can still see the indent where her late husband laid for 20 years.  His shape still visible in her mind.  Beyond the beveled glass roams giant flatlands enough to make her feel like an ant scurrying about the hill.  Life hasn't been easy, but it has made her strong.  Calloused hands with a gentle touch as her babies still need raising.  Heaviness pulls on her eyelids from sour dreams of spoiled food and rotting supplies, which kept her tossing all night.   Adjusting her cap, pajamas, and pillow she can savor the silence of the quiet house from another 20 or 30 minutes before it overflows with children's laughter, cries and morning sunlight.
12  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / Wok on: January 17, 2018, 01:55:55 PM
You cut me up into small pieces.  A gourmet lover.  I tried to scream, but you didn't hear me.  Lost in your work, you have an uncanny ability to slice and dice parts of me, I never knew I needed.   Was my heart as savory as you thought?  Pulled from the deep roots of my past, you threw me over a hot flame bursting from underneath your wok.  Precise and perfectly heated to sizzle away while you whistle and smile.  My eyes for you now tossed high above a blackenedly seasoned pan.   Was my trust sweet enough to toss in your madly of ex-lovers? Glazed and sweet like syrup I coated your masterpiece .   Ping me against your  thin steel pan until I burst with flavor and am ready to be served.  Gloves of garlic, hot peppers, and tears swirl into a steaming plate.  Table for one, meal for one, you got what you deserved.   I'll never be whole again.  I am swallowed whole and chewed up.  The slow beating of my medium rare heart, should be enough to satiate you hunger.  Bon appetit!
13  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / Ice Skates on: January 16, 2018, 08:59:00 AM
Cutting Criss cross patterns into the frozen lake, we circled like infinity signs
flying through clear mountain air.  Cold enough to make each inhale feel as if you
were drinking refreshing pine flavored ice tea, my lungs were on fire as we walked
on water.  A clearing behind our Father's cabin, it was the best kept secret we had.
Push, glide the shucking of our skate upon the ice reminded me of every other winter break we had spent here.  My legs were on fire and I began sweating under all the layers we were forced to wear under a great mandate from mom.  Eventually collapsing into snow angels along a white powdery bank, we laid on our backs staring into the tree tops.  Sharp enough to  julienne veggies our skates were sharp and rust free, something we took great pride in.  I removed all and any debris from the carriage, Rubbing the cold steel with my gloves.  This was something special, we just didn't know how much until much later.

14  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / Donkey on: January 15, 2018, 08:49:10 AM
Reddish orange crags shot into a cloudless sky.  Everything I brought with me
now has a dusty red layer on it.  i can still taste the ancient building blocks, like
dank clay churned by the earth creating a master piece for ancient and modern man to explore.  Reduced to a small group survivors,we traced the trails of native Americans
who've lived off this otherwise barren land for hundreds of years.  Each turn shown another
view that stole the air straight from your diaphragm.   Following the person in front became a hypnotic swaying, clicking hooves of the donkey head of you, each one blindly pursuing the ass in front of them.  An aroma of cactus flower, dirt, and manure thickened the air under paisley handkerchiefs square knotted around our sizzled browning necks.  Falling rocks ricochets echoes down below.  A flashing sign of eminent death for those who stray to far.
15  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / Bleachers on: January 14, 2018, 03:57:07 PM
A soft ping of aluminum suspends in cold autumn air.  This is place is
different when it's not crawling with uniformed busy bodies.  Nutrient dense
piles of sweet piny smelling fresh cut grass are land mines among
a landscape of brown, yellow, and orange leaves.  A calm washes over the
streets this time of year.  A distant burning furnace tastes of burnt oak and pairs
with sloshing of a passing car.  There is a grayish loneliness in all passing faces on
these wet salty avenues.  A constant scratching of thick black wool collars against reddish soft skin. 
There's no guarantee any of us get to go home tonight.  To those who spend it well; I salute you.
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