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This week's words;

Sunday - Instructions

Monday- Motorcycle

Tuesday- Wildflower

Wednesday- Asparagus

Thursday- Stopwatch

Friday - Confetti


Word of the Day
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 on: January 16, 2019, 03:38:43 AM 
Started by Chris Dudley - Last post by Chris Dudley
Share my umbrella
Let me walk close to you
Sway of your footsteps
Syncing to mine too.

Hunch together in the clatter
Of larger rain drops
Scent of your shampoo
Strong in the humid air.

Share my umbrella
Dance around a puddle
Golden leaves lie plastered
to the gleaming pavement.

No awning at the entrance
I hold the door for you
Shake off the umbrella
The blink a gaze or two.

Share my umbrella
ANd now weíve entered in
The silent library
Dark windows from the rain.

Iíll read poetry
In a high alcove
And remember the scent of you
In the chilling rain.

 on: January 16, 2019, 03:36:41 AM 
Started by Chris Dudley - Last post by Chris Dudley
Wet wool smell, a kind of steam
Snow packed to ice on a jacket
Dripping now in the heat
Hung over the radiator.

Thatís the fun of a romp in new snow
Cold at wrists and ankles
Rolling and falling, running so slow
In boots that slip at the heel.

Thatís the joy, the coming back in
Red faced and breathing hard
That warmth returns, snow melts
Hot air, hot drink, wool steams there.

On this day, the story of Bartholomew Cubbins
WHo helped out with the problem of oobleck
After the snow in the wet wool smelling air
In warmth in the fading light.

We know a king may do many things
Even change the weather
Snow may go from winter now
No wool to steam at the fire.

 on: January 16, 2019, 03:35:35 AM 
Started by Chris Dudley - Last post by Chris Dudley
Hummingbirds and osprey hang in the air
The hummingbird delicately
The osprey a flapping clown.

But for all the show and clumsiness
Up there in the air
Unwary the fish rises to the surface down below.

The osprey is watching
Itís wings in cyclone mode
Then the dive and the fish is grabbed up above.

The eagle is more delicate
Talons bush the water
The osprey puts in everything then rises away.

Fish bones lie on the ground
Below the osprey nest
Bones so large youíd guess five birds raised it there.

The hummingbirdís ruby throat holds still then disappears
The osprey strike makes a splash
Ripples record it.

 on: January 15, 2019, 12:59:02 PM 
Started by leowriter - Last post by leowriter
I rest my elbows on the edge, I barely fit on the desk, ... desk that was my mom's, now has a thousand things on top, the crayons have no place, hugging each other, people coming in and out of the subway, running over Massive and violent and aggressive screams, sweat as a lubricant, slips the hand that wants to grab the arm and stretches the fabric of the t-shirt to break, ... a hole is opened spitting dust out of the defeated fabric, smells of mildew and storage , the fabric has small beige spots that already seem incorporated, even though I rub the fabric with soap, they do not come out .... my hands have wrinkles and I realize how fast my nails grow when I'm on the beach, where palm trees beat in the strong wind, families play around the pool, parents sitting on the edge of the pool, horizon is the oceanic beach, the forbidden beach, where the lighthouse of white and blue stripes is, a rusty door with a new chain, where the echo of the furious waves resounds, ... even the couples keep taking pictures in the rocks of the breakwater , the water mantles keep reaching them, warning the property on their territory, the water begins to warn with their fingers on the clothes of the people, the beige leather turns dark, the brightness of the sun bounces on the thin layer of water on the rock ... the crab looks out of the dark, does not want to be part of the disaster, knows the familiar roar, the gulls screaming and fighting in the air, they are two karate fighters ...

 on: January 15, 2019, 12:34:09 AM 
Started by oohl90 - Last post by oohl90
1/14 - Fox
A slight rumble in the bushes catches my attention. ďWhat was that?Ē I exclaim, reaching for his arm. Dusk settles on the mountain top, a black sky covered with a blanket of stars hot on itís trail. A bit shaken, I return to the crackling campfire, preparing sweet chocolate and sticky marshmallows for this eveningís símores roasting competition. A few muffled rustles and one loud bang later, Iím clutching his bicep once again. We point a flashlight at the swaying bush and two small eyeís return itís glowing reflection. ďI told you there was something in there!Ē 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. Iím in awe of his tail. It looks so soft but almost prickly like some varieties of cacti plants. I decide heís a cute lil guy and donít mind being his neighbor for the night, as long as heíll share the stars with us.

 on: January 14, 2019, 05:04:43 PM 
Started by John M - Last post by John M
a pair of pointed ears poke up out of the tall grass, zig-zagging through the field, following the scent of a carcass, the corn field across the street smells of chicken manure, freshly sprayed and swirling through the wind and in and out of my airways, it's the season for corn over at alvin's farm, big tractor's, with their mega rear-wheels, and soiled tread, inch along the side of the street with a bus full of traffic to it's rear, the yellow lines in the road aren't dotted, so no passing, no escaping, i'd always roll up the window of the car as soon as i smelled the fertilizer in the air, but as soon as i'd catch wind of it, it'd be too late to save myself the discomfort by sealing off the car, the clean scent of my air freshener would already be contaminated, and the only way out of the fecal smog would be to book it across town, or in any direction up wind, alvin was always cool, my parents had a house right on the edge of this cornfield, and he'd let us run out into the corn-rows and pick at a few stalks when the harvest was ready, we ate a lot of corn on the cob with dinner in those days, sitting around the table, all eight of us, mom, dad, june, jeffrey, jessie, jackie, me and james. our dog max would hover around our feet underneath the table, eager for the leftover scrappings or any accidental food that fell from our plate, seemingly from heaven, down to his salivating tongue....

 on: January 14, 2019, 12:11:46 AM 
Started by FunkySea - Last post by FunkySea
The air is sizzling and the flies buzzing. She swivels and shakes her tail to ward them off. Thereís dust everywhere and the sky is an intense blue. Itís quiet and a soft breeze gently pushes on the grass and forces the flies to exert care as they fly. The elephant starts working on a small tree and eats leaves and other parts of it. The huge feet stomp and tussle shifting to get better traction as she works on her dinner. The ground shakes with her steps and the sound is like that of a mat being beaten against the ground. A deep thud.

The smell is the smell of animals wild animals the trees are fairly low and other animals are eating them as well. The leaves are sucked off and are chewed by giraffes and gnus. The mashed up cells are formed into balls with saliva and then swallowed to become energy for the animal. Meanwhile new shoots are forming. Tiny cell after tiny cell decides to divide and the molecular mechanisms work to divide chromosomes and membranes until cell by million cells, the tree has grown a millimeter. It looks quiet but there are a trillion such processes happening everywhere. If each one made a sound the noise would be deafening. And different as each species is the processes are identical down to enzymes. Tiny specialization notwithstanding these machines are incredibly versatile.

The elephants large ears slowly fan back and forth and an airplane is heard in the sky above. I look up and see a single prop plane with a black tail of exhaust and the sun gleaming from its body. Some letters are written in bold black type. The airplane slowly grows fainter and then the faint noise is again dro

 on: January 13, 2019, 11:55:34 PM 
Started by FunkySea - Last post by FunkySea
Dear admin weíve done all these a few
Months ago. May we have new ones please?

I hope we havenít run out of words...

Thanks much

 on: January 13, 2019, 12:10:56 AM 
Started by leowriter - Last post by leowriter
the comb is barely protruding from the workman's pocket, the hammers and mandrills shout at the wrong time, they are chisels in the air, they pierce the tranquility and the silence of the street, an echo that bounces between the buildings like a red rubber ball, like when we played in school, in the patio it was very sunny and Marianna was hit by the ball in the forehead, fell without delay, collapsing with her eyes back ... I ran among the people ... diffuse collage of anguished voices, people who do not collaborate , who just wants to look ... stop in their lane to see the accident and say they were there, on the highway happens every time ... the lower back begins to ache and contract, hard meat without circulation, strangled, a heavy block that seeks to expand ... the massage helps sometimes, the hands of that woman over all my body, they glided greasily and touched my private parts, they just brushed and seemed to have permission to do so, smelled of incense and I could not see nothing,

 on: January 13, 2019, 12:02:02 AM 
Started by leowriter - Last post by leowriter
the dirty edge of the cap, it smells like rotten clothes, dry sweat and the green trash can ... the streets where the students circulate, the rusty fences are ancestral witnesses of books, notebooks, kisses, fights ... I see conglomerate of students meeting at the corner of the clinic, blue chemises stained with blood, the sun punished everyone equally ... the breeze beats the trees without compassion and hundreds of dry leaves moved like groups of fish, layers of liquid and transparent sea under the yacht, I stepped over the white fiber ground, textured, like sandpaper on my feet, when we jumped several fitted skateboards, Gabriel combed his side every time he fell well, he crouched like a frog ... we all crouched on the dry mud, my legs failed me and I woke up lying on the frozen white granite floor, seeing many faces together looking down on me, someone was grabbing my cheeks and wanting me to drink, it was water with sugar, sweet sand scratching my palate ...

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