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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 / Basket on: November 12, 2019, 01:50:54 PM
Over and under, finger wide strips of different flesh colors interlock to form the basket. A brown rainbow covers this little microcosm in the form of a handle. Inside the woven nest is a red and white checkerboard cloth, a comforter of sorts, blanketing in something good- some hidden morsel under its watch. The aroma of pot luck is all around me, wonderful meaty and bready and vegetable smells. I see the dessert table with its arsenal of sweets lined up like tanks, ready to send us over the top after the meal. But I wonder what is in this basket. The firm woodlike plats that border and contain, as they play above and below each other, like ancient sea serpents, must be holding something equally wonderful and mysterious. The cloth inside shows attention to detail- no hospital corners, but discipline is not far away- enticing me to
2  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / Pogo stick on: November 11, 2019, 02:47:14 PM
Sky trips bigger than a rabbit hop, but shorter than a rocket flight, the pogo stick takes its rider rhythmically on a staccato journey. Big ballpoint pen spring around the lower shaft, and with an oversized rubber crutch tip on the point at the bottom, the traveller writes a long series of cursive letter i's, with the dot's emphasized underneath, instead of on top. Breath held, perhaps to enhance a sense of buoyancy upward, maybe to aid concentration, could be anticipation of a quick dismount, it is quickly puffed out, like an ancient one-cylinder engine, firing intermittently. The boing of the spring makes its own musical accompaniment to the video excitement, like a karaoke bouncing ball
3  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / Dock on: November 10, 2019, 02:46:27 PM
Weathered beef jerky boards make the walkway of the dock. Large gaps between slats open their lips as the edges of the boards curl up to my feet. A little birds nest of fishing line, tangled and lost from its home in the reel, is as lifeless as the dried up worms that never made it onto a steely hook, into the dark black green water, into a fish's mouth. Sunlight slices into the water over the edge of the rail, dividing the opaque murky water from brighter emerald vistas. In the golden cast of the sun, water plants dance under the surface, their bodies below the waist disappearing from view. I smell the algae like greenness and dampness of the bank, and feel the cool chill of those same sensations in my body. Fog skates across the lake in this early morning stillness, it's movement and myself the only signs of life. Fog rises from my coffee mug, and out of my mouth
4  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / Re: Iris on: November 09, 2019, 02:53:19 PM
green leaves that shoot like rockets from the ground, coming from barrel-like tubers. I feel the contrast in my eyes- the sharp leaves and the frilly lace petals, danger and beauty melded together, and I am drawn in to the dance as the head gently dances in a light breeze.  The spent flowers, brown like cigarettes in a gutter, tobacco stains coloring the once beautiful whites, remind me of how fleeting these flowers are, burning brightly for a moment in their green sky, too soon snuffed
5  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / Iris on: November 09, 2019, 02:46:42 PM
Stately flowers that remind me of the Louisiana's fleur de lis, royal purple and gold, the iris is a complicated flower. Dragon mouth, with yellow throat, and dinosaur crest on top, coupled with a velvety, silky texture and colors that fade to pastels. Spikey
6  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / Re: Puck on: November 09, 2019, 02:42:38 PM
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7  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / Puck on: November 08, 2019, 02:00:21 PM
I think I see the puck go by, but it is really just a blue streak, thanks to modern computers and tv magic. My friends say it's better in real life. My mind wanders. I didn't grow up with hockey. I don't get it. I don't understand how you can have three quarters and two half times. I do like game watching food- the salty fat, the beer. I crunch my own power play on some potato chips, I imagine they are little snowplows covered with onion dip snow. My body recoils with the crunch of body blows, even though I hover behind the protective glass of the tv screen. Hard black rubber, the puck looks like a Hostess ding dong, with everyone wildly chasing it, but no one picking it up but one, and it looks like a few of the hungry players tried to take a bite out of it.
8  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / Stool on: November 07, 2019, 02:15:10 PM
The common everyday daily wheat-bread colored bar stool, silently carries out its job, carries its load. Not just the weight of my body and the indignity of always kissing my bottom, it functions as micro desk and step stool. Who knows what other lives my stool had before me, since I bought it at a thrift store. The previous owner's name in capital letters on the bottom in blue marker, covered by my name in red. The flying saucer top, with paint globs, and finish worn through or maybe just fallen off and legs descending like landing gear. I can feel in my legs the exact place the stool pinches after 30 minutes of seated practice on the double bass, the way my pants feel thinner there and bunched up all at the same time. The way I shift my weight, but have already done so so many times, there is no fresh area of flesh to torture. I hear the rocking horse sounds on the uneven floor or stage, u
9  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / Cleat on: November 06, 2019, 01:48:31 PM
My soccer tennis shoes were replaced by cleats. Eclipsed really. Little K-cups all over the bottom, black plastic shining like an insect. Not a dull leather glow, but shiny. White racing stripes on the side to warn the world how fast I had become with this new weapon in my arsenal- foot power. My foot flopped around inside, like an almost dead fish, and probably smelled the same. We always got shoes a little too big, to grow into. I had a fake Dr. Scholls insert to visibly add cushioning inside. It felt the same, each foot plant landed hard into the solid earth, but the off-white insoles gave more surface area for the funk to grow. Black polyester shoe laces shone equally proud, atop these indestructible cleats as I made sure to tie double knots. The cleats clattered on the bicycle pedal on the way to practice
10  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / Mask on: November 05, 2019, 02:44:05 PM
Catcher's mask, a bird's nest of thick black wires covering my face. Sliding and slipping on my soft pubescent little league face while at the same time pressing red marks on my cheeks. Straps like seatbelts hold this child-seat around my precious cargo of a head, while speeding balls, wild drivers, and bats fly around my head. I still flinch when something is thrown at me, afraid I will miss it, and be hit again. I resist the temptation to close my eyes, and run through the mental list of instructions necessary to catch something. That is my natural reflex. I wish there were a sport that rewarded such behavior. I loved the cold snow cones after the game, sugary water and ice in a melting paper cone. And bubble gum as firm as
11  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / Ram on: November 04, 2019, 02:52:44 PM
It was a red Dodge Ram truck. I was with my brother and Larry. It was Larry's truck, and they were going to a triathlon- I was going too, but just to hold bikes up, and water bottles and cheer. Like a red ant, carrying big dreams, we had bicycles on our back. I was just the little brother, but big enough to drive, but young enough that a 3 speed column shift was a novelty. I don't remember much about the race. My brother told me a few weeks ago, we had been driving on part of the Natchez Trace. But I do remember the seat- red slick plastic, like the best old burger joint in town. Red shaggy carpet, like we were riding on Clifford the big red dog. And it was a bench seat- I remember because these two older traveling companions wanted me to drive, but didn't want to stop, and I was sitting by the passenger window, enjoying the constant breeze through the triangle window. I slid across that red bench seat, hoping the Ram would stay on the road, as I passed over and under other bodies on
12  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / Re: Moon on: November 03, 2019, 01:30:46 PM
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13  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / Helicopter on: November 03, 2019, 12:42:39 PM
Helicopter, I've never been in one. Apocalyptic grasshoppers in the air. I hear the thrumming of the wings out of the top of their heads. I remember playing army, long before when it was real to me, but in a different way. I had a GI Joe action figure. Fake life-like hair and beard, which only a foreign army would have allowed, not regulation at all. And he had a parachute. I would run up the stairs, getting more  and more out of breath with the ascent and anticipation of parachuting from the three flights up. Like I myself was preparing to make the jump myself, my heart would now be racing. I would imagine all the sounds a child could imagine of war, and fling my future self high into the air and hope the parachute would open. And then. too quickly, he would drift down. And I would do it again, or tire of the routine of playing war, or hear my mother call
14  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / Moon on: November 02, 2019, 01:42:44 PM
Little fingernail clipping, white and sharp at the edges, the moon hangs in the sky like the curved nail on dark carpet. I hear the fire popping and cackling as it should. The wood is wet, but it is Halloween and the fire is participating. I know my stocking hat, gripping my head loosely like a candy wrapper, will remind me of this night for a few days with its own smoky aroma. My front feels nice and toasty, my backside, facing the darker moon side of the world is cold. Crunching through the grass, maybe a mixture of the sounds of frozen ground and costumes rustling, maybe some candy consumed in route to the next sugar stop. I look over my shoulder- someone says there is still a patch of twilight, another says no it is the moon sliver hidden by clouds. Not much light either way, except for a few battery powered masks and the fire in front, and the warm glow inside from enjoying watching children enjoy trick or treating, and enjoying watching parents enjoying watching their children trick of treating
15  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / Curtain on: November 01, 2019, 01:03:57 PM
A small school, now a high school, but long ago probably all grades, all students from the small town. The auditorium is an actual auditorium, not a multipurpose gymnasium, or cafetorium or some other orium. The seats are curved, laminated wood. Wood. Real. I can feel it somehow through my clothes. The curtain is a rich dark merlot. Velvety and warm, and oaky too. And worn, but in a good way, like a favorite pair of jeans. The smell of wax on linoleum, hints of a community proud of their heritage, proud of their school, proud of their children. I feel a quiet and wonderful expectation stirring inside as I wait for the play to begin, as I wait for the curtain to come to life. I see it dance at the bottom edge, like a ball gown as an elegant lady walks to the dance floor. Stirring behind the scenes, here it comes, the opening, the flowering of
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