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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 / 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
Donít 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
Iím 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
2  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. ďNO!Ē 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 ďaweĒ. 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.
3  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 Iím 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.
4  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / Fiddle on: October 10, 2018, 04:33:48 AM
10/9 - Fiddle
The smooth polished spruce top of my violin resonates with soul. I may not be classically trained but my fiddle weeps songs of longing and tradition. Her accomplice, the bow, brings these tunes to life. The chalky chemical aroma of rosin brings us all comfort. Firmly pressed against my chin the horse hair pulls at the strings coaxing deep long drawn cries with each motion. Coulessed fingers dance along the fretless neck searching for a new partner with each count. Iím enveloped by the motion, the music and my thoughts are silent.
5  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / Cigarette on: October 09, 2018, 05:10:23 AM
10/8 - Cigarette
We sat circled around wire patio furniture outside of our favorite coffee shop. Underage with no where to go and no where to be peer pressure swam around us like a starving shark ready to strike his next prey. All my friends smoked in high school. Marlboro reds were their pack of choice. There were so many nights like these filled with boredom and smoke clouds. I was proud and never fell victim until someone opened a pack of cloves. The strong spicy aroma pierced the air and for the first time I was tempted. One drag of the sickly sweet clove laced cigarettes was all I needed. I fell for the cloveís like a good girl falls for a bad boy. I enjoyed the crackling that accompanied each deep draw. I kept myself entertained twirling and ashing the smooth rolled paper in-between my fingers, but my favorite part was the billowing exhale. With every release I felt one bit cooler, a little more french. Laughing in deaths face I was enamored with the instant rebellion. For once I was the ďbadĒ girl and it felt too good.
6  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / Chair on: October 07, 2018, 09:44:20 PM
10/7 - Chair
I wait for you in the cozy corner, surrounded by all your paperback fantasies. When you arrive home from work exhausted, I greet you with open arms. Hugging you in a velvety embrace. I rock you back and forth, creaking over floorboards as you ponder your tightening existence. I donít mind the scars youíve left me with, the scolding chamolmile burns or deep burgundy stains of tart wine. I persevere through the long days accompanied by the relentless ticking of time if only to hold you for an hour before you stumble down the dark hall to bed.
7  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / Rainbow on: October 07, 2018, 09:31:51 PM
10/7 - Rainbow
Lush green mountainsides crumble into a picturesque turquoise sea. A tropical paradise, floating alone in the middle of the pacific ocean. A sweltering sun beats along the sweaty coastline all while a heavy fog forms above the mountain peaks. You can see the haze of falling rain from the beach, yet it seems alien and out of reach wading in the cool clear waves. The storm creeps closer hovering like an ex lover. The distinct aroma of petrichor alerts beach goers to grab their towels and head for shelter. I remain paralyzed in the shallows by the arc of a rainbow hanging from the palm trees.
8  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / Re: Tennessee on: October 07, 2018, 05:20:27 PM
right on, thanks!
9  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / Tennessee on: October 05, 2018, 11:37:01 PM
10/5 - Tennessee
Take me back to Nashville. Where the twangy guitars are sharp like whiskey. Where the Summerís are thick with lust and rust. Take me back to music city, where the neon cowboy boot signs buzz with promises of recognition and open ears. Where the highway of melody is never ending. Take me back to Tennessee where I found myself once, decades ago. Mulling over the Jukebox in a smoky dive with sticky floors, sour with the stench of spilt beer and broken dreams. Hank Williams yodels my song and I dance. I dance like everyoneís watching.
10  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / Photograph on: October 04, 2018, 10:33:51 PM
10/4 - Photograph

My favorite photograph of you
Stands proudly in a frame
Next to my bedside
I dream of you every night

Of that day in Big Sur
Driving down the foggy coast
About two years ago
Overlooking the angry water

We decided on the scenic route
Curving along until we got car sick
Had to pull off for a bit
I snapped a pic without you knowing it

My heart was covered in secrets then
Whispering under blankets
You stole my love like a bandit
11  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / Car on: October 04, 2018, 01:00:55 AM
10/3 - car
Our cherry red Honda Accord sparkled in the sunlight, glimmering in the driveway with the promise of freedom. Real freedom. Days passed and she waited, harassing me with thoughts of long drives, picking up my friends and running away forever with the windows down. Driving home from the dmv I was clutching my temporary license like Charlie with his golden ticket. After 2 failed tests, I couldnít figure out the whole parallel parking thing, I was finally able to drive! An avalanche of excitement whizzed over me. When we arrived back home I was like a stunt double scurrying from my momís car to now my own. I didnít drive off into the sunset right away. I sank into the plush tan driver seat gripping the embossed steering wheel while smacking my cool mint gum and felt a strange hollowness. I cranked the key until she growled, ďabout time!Ē. Sour chemical fumes of gas and asphalt filled the air as I squealed out of the neighborhood heading anywhere but here.
12  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / Frontier on: October 02, 2018, 06:39:03 PM
10/1 - Frontier
Clouds rise from the valley like a fog machine pouring out over a stage. Sunlight creeps in-between the cracks and rolls over the hills illuminating romance and grandeur. The wilderness wakes slowly and watching from my tent Iím breathless. The air is thin and fresh with a renewed purpose. The thick dusty earth is wet and musty. The frontier is peaceful while the morning birds sing softly. Spiraling with disbelief I feel like Iím in a Alfred Bierstadt painting. I try not to move as if not to disturb the new world I find myself in. I soak up this moment like a sponge attempting to absorb every detail. Every tree, every blade of grass, every bit of this scenic display.
13  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / Eternity on: October 02, 2018, 06:24:37 PM
10/2 - Eternity
Itís a concept that I canít quite wrap my mind around as much as I try, bouncing from contemplations of true love to the never ending vastness of space. I imagine leaning out an open windowsill starring out into a pitch black sky filled with exploding balls of gas that we call stars. Itís so beautiful, but the searing silence reverberates loneliness. Eternity in love is meant to be bliss, commitment, savory loyalty like picturesque thanksgiving dinners. Eternity in space is hallowing, cold, a constant burning reminder of how small we really are. How small I really am, just another hourglass running out of sand.
14  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / boulevard on: September 15, 2018, 06:17:36 PM
9/15- boulevard
Bumper to bumper. We bake under the windshield like ants under a magnifying glass. Boredoms twitch jumps from fingers to toes to neck, running laps around my body like a marathon champion. The bland flavor of impatience swarms on my tongue behind grinding teeth.  Thick pungent gasoline fumes sting my nose and water my eyes. Sirens scream ahead and car horns bark from behind. The fact that we are one exit away is enough to crack my brain.
15  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / Ashes on: September 13, 2018, 06:28:12 AM
9/12 - ashes
The crisp winter air hangs heavy on our hearts as summertime nostalgia wraps around our minds like the thick mexican blankets draped on our shoulders. Flames frolic in a shallow pit filled with ash, pinching our cheeks and thawing our hands. Bittersweet marshmallows melt on our tongues with a peppery after bite. Burning wood pops and chars our red, freezing noses as each and every one of our breaths linger in the air. Ashes twirl above the flames until they are taken by the wind, out into the dark scary seas of a dismal empty coastline. My stomach shuffles on a line of content and restlessness. Laughing behind a half smile, I dream myself as a piece of ash wandering into the sea late at night.
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