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This week's words;

Sunday - Instructions

Monday- Motorcycle

Tuesday- Wildflower

Wednesday- Asparagus

Thursday- Stopwatch

Friday - Confetti


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1  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / LA on: March 06, 2019, 03:40:46 AM
3/5 - LA
Damp sidewalks. Clicking boot heels. A rare misty LA morning. Quiet and chilly. Morning sun playing peek-a-boo behind cotton candy clouds. Hot coffee warming my hands. Wafts of bitter, smoky steam poke at my senses as if to say “ snap out of it!” or “it’s time to get going!” Downtown, old school brick walls scream of lost nostalgia and my nowhere I really need to be-ness. Distant sirens are the soundtrack of my listless walk. Passerby’s dressed to impress and walking with purpose, I convince myself they’re all more important than myself. LA usually intimidates me. All the glowing people with perfect skin, but today I find myself perfectly comfortable in these foreign graffiti’d streets. Clicking boot heels accompany my beating heart back to my car, only to find a parking ticket waving like the inflatable dancing man balloons at a used car lot. I keep walking I’m not ready to give up this aimless adventure just yet, or maybe I’m simply avoiding the parking lot of brake lights that will be my drive back to the coast.
2  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / Dragonfly on: February 26, 2019, 05:53:37 PM
2/26 Dragonfly
My heart melts like hard snow into the sunny blanket of spring. Light outlines of freckles jump up and down my pale arms. Summer’s calling, she’s currently on hold but the operator knows she’s up next and so does my tank top. Grass as green as emeralds reaches for the sky. Dragonflies buzz with joy, hovering over a wide field like kites over a beach.  Carried by the breeze, their patterns are gentle and slow as if just awaking from a deep sleep. They hang glide off into the distance. My back is wet from the damp earth. I’m paralyzed with content. Lying here in this open field, smelling the freshness of it all my mind ripens like an apple with the crisp sweet taste of the earth’s slow spin.
3  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / Sidewalk on: February 25, 2019, 08:47:40 PM
2/25 - Sidewalk
Follow the yellow brick road. Take the long way home. Momma couldn’t afford the bus pass, don’t worry you can walk, it’s only 3 miles, more like 3 and a half. Just keep your eyes on the sidewalk, count the cracks, iPod on full blast, sing along to all your favorite tracks. Lonely afternoons filled with pigeon croons. Hallow footsteps through the front door and up the stairs to the paradise of my room.
4  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / Marker on: February 19, 2019, 06:32:14 PM
2/19 - Marker
Weekend daydreams flood my imagination to the soundtrack of a dry erase marker squealing across a blank whiteboard. It hisses contempt with each stroke of my bald teachers hand. Hot spicy chemical breath panting in a hurry like a dragon breathing fire on all my plans. E S S A Y due Monday is scrawled out in red ink. Mr. Bald begins to explain but all I hear is the muffled parental voices from The Peanuts.  My skin is crawling, Blood boiling, about to erupt with anger and annoyance when the piercing alarm of freedom rings. I whip my heavy backpack already full of books onto my shoulder and rush the door. I head towards my car just about ready to burn out of this felt capped prison forever.
5  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / Spoon on: February 19, 2019, 02:45:50 AM
2/18 - Spoon
The strong stench of garlic wafts through the kitchen. A tall rounded pot hisses and pops as it boils over. Heavy rain slaps the foggy double pained windows as if pounding on the front door to be let in. A timer yells from my phone and I race to the pot, spoon in hand. A thick rush of steam quickly escapes after I pull the lid. Peppery, savory aromas cause my mouth to sweat. Stirring gently, round and round I watch the soupy broth with comfort. My wooden spoon is worn and well oiled. I use it to scoop and taste my rainy day concoction. My lips hit the curved edge and I immediately crave more salt.
6  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / Fox on: January 15, 2019, 12:34:09 AM
1/14 - Fox
A slight rumble in the bushes catches my attention. “What was that?” I exclaim, reaching for his arm. Dusk settles on the mountain top, a black sky covered with a blanket of stars hot on it’s trail. A bit shaken, I return to the crackling campfire, preparing sweet chocolate and sticky marshmallows for this evening’s s’mores roasting competition. A few muffled rustles and one loud bang later, I’m clutching his bicep once again. We point a flashlight at the swaying bush and two small eye’s return it’s glowing reflection. “I told you there was something in there!” We stand completely still until a jumpy fox breaks our starring contest and creeps out of the bush to rifle through our food once more. I’m in awe of his tail. It looks so soft but almost prickly like some varieties of cacti plants. I decide he’s a cute lil guy and don’t mind being his neighbor for the night, as long as he’ll share the stars with us.
7  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / Flag on: January 07, 2019, 08:59:35 PM
1/7 - Flag

She stands tall and proud. Feet firmly planted. Waving restlessly in strong winds. Beckoning from afar, welcoming weary travelers with open arms. Her tattered patriotic cloth wraps them tightly in a blanket of hope filled with promises of new beginnings. She sings freedom’s deafening lullaby, it echos pinging across fields of gold, purple mountains and dark stormy seas. A crown of 50 stars rests upon her head. 1 for each bittersweet victory, 1 for each rotten conspiracy, 1 for each innocent truth. Our history maybe dark and filled with turmoil but our flag waves self important, arrogant to the atrocities of our nation’s past. Still she sings her siren song alluring those even from the most distant corners of the globe with vows of refuge. How brightly our star spangled banner billows.
8  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / Coffee on: December 06, 2018, 09:23:07 PM
12/6 - Coffee

Steaming with enthusiasm
Tumbler, mug or paper cup
I’ll always fill you up

A close friend
A warm embrace
A relaxing “ah”
After just one taste

Every corner
Right at home
Bitter and black
Blonde with a scone

Reach for me when you need a pick me up
Early morning or mid afternoon
I’ll be here for you
9  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / umbrella on: December 04, 2018, 05:22:43 PM
12/4 - umbrella
Drip drop. Pitter patter. Tiny tears of the clouds crash and explode into smithereens on my forehead. Keep your umbrella, I want to taste the sky! Mouth open saying “ ahhh” . Small pellets of crisp, brand new minty water land on my tongue. Hands hide in my pockets clutching the soft warm flannel lining. Resentful winter winds howl down the city streets and chomp at my freezing, wet ankles. There’s a heaviness in the air, a somber curtain of drab grey blocking out the sun. Empty streets flooded with energy yet only a few brave souls can be seen rushing quickly to the nearest shelter. The aimless pooling water mimics their behavior gushing over sidewalks and storm drains.
10  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / Wine on: November 30, 2018, 07:38:52 PM
11/30 - wine
Words seem to fall out of my mouth uncontrollably, professing some of my deepest darkest secrets with nothing more than the quick flick of a burgundy stained tongue. Tall rounded glasses of rotten grapes sit before us on red and white checkered table, our 3rd or 4th round, I lost count. The wine tastes tart and sour but this moment is bliss. Alone together at last. We know it’s late because the guitar duo that was accompanying our evening so well has begun to count their tips and head to the bar for more drinks.  Reluctantly we prepare to leave, pulling on our thick puffy coats to brave the rainy December walk home.
11  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / Neon on: November 22, 2018, 06:23:32 AM
Shadows cast under the buzzing midnight. City streets awake with possibilities. Sidewalks Illuminated with neon signs beckoning appearances from every street corner. Blurry vision and awkward steps guide me through the bustling subway. Dehydrated stale swallows and a heavy head lead me to my stop. the energy of this city pulsates like a beehive and it’s true what they say, you know? This city never sleeps. My eyelids hang low and droopy but my veins beg for more. Another dance under a disco ball, another sip of alcohol, just one more to forget about it all. The life I left behind in small town Virginia. A sleepy town with no agenda. Life is grand dancing among the neon skyscrapers, I feel as tall as the empire state, until I spot the first crack of day reflecting in the glass statues like a bad omen. And then the business suits carrying brief cases start to appear on the train. My homecoming is long overdue. The neon fades with the morning light and I try to hold on, one more hour, just one more song, but the lights are off and the night is gone.
12  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / Marker on: November 20, 2018, 04:48:21 AM
11/19 Marker
My hands look like a neon leopard print coat, stained with spots of bright pink and green. I hover over my masterpiece in progress, my nose practically rubbing the bright white computer paper. Concentration furrows my brow and bites my tongue. Creativity blooms in my mind like a sped up stop motion flower. My hands struggle to keep up with the flurry in my mind. Aromatic alcohol seeps through the thin canvas. A sour realization that I have colored through onto our dining room table yanks me out of my flow state dragging the flurry of creation into the dark depths of worry at the lurking at the bottom of my stomach.
13  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / Roller Coaster on: November 14, 2018, 04:21:26 AM
11/13 - Roller Coaster

Stomachs plummet as we ascent
Creaky wooden pilings
Higher than the clouds
In over our heads

Sweating palms grip
Slipping on slick hand rails
Don’t look down
No turning back now

Pausing at the top
Anxiously awaiting the first drop
Fear is a flood
Put your hands up

Necks whip back
Near death escape
Smoky exhaust
upside down loop drained

We survived
I’m craving cotton candy
Wobbly legs carry me
Photo Booth humility

Point and laugh
Smiles and freight
We count our tickets
And run to the next scariest ride
14  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / Medicine on: October 23, 2018, 11:00:46 PM
10/23 - Medicine
I shake my head franticly with a panic as my mom yells for me downstairs. “NO!” I shriek with a rough raspy throat. She appears at my bedside holding a bright pink medicine bottle and a spoon. Too weak to move, hot tears stream down my face. I hate the sour artificial so-called bubblegum flavor and the heavy blanket of drowsiness that accompanies each dose. She slowly pours the thick syrupy liquid into the curve of the spoon and asks me to say “awe”. I clench my jaw refusing as the odor of faux candy pollutes my room. My head aches with contempt but my trembling cold body is fragile and I am forced to give into her repeated pleas.
15  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / Radio on: October 15, 2018, 07:40:28 PM
10/15 - Radio

Fuzzy static sloshes through quick squeaking notes and cartoon voices as I turn the smooth round dial in search of something familiar. An old forgotten song blares through the car radio and I’m taken back through time to bittersweet memories of high school trauma. Thoughts of what I would do differently creep up quickly and tug at my daylight reveries begging for a do-over. The wide open road is friend and foe to a wandering mind filled to the brim with restlessness and boredom. A gooey sweet voice begins the verse and my stale glory days fade to the back of my brain where they belong. My tired eyes stare ahead to the future, to where the horizon meets the black asphalt guiding me home.
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