Monthly Archives: February 2014

Incorporeal

Nobody covets to be Somebody

Somebody prodigious to Everybody

Nobody – Everybody.

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Everyone amassed of Anyone

Anyone chosen by No-one

No-one wrought by Someone

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Somebody identical to Nobody

Nobody indistinguishable from Everyone

Everyone – Someone.

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Middleton Park

Let’s take a journey together this evening; down a sidewalk past tall brick buildings, across streets, and into a park. The park is flourishing with color and vibrant with life; there are old stone benches, newer metal ones, and some wooden benches from sometime in the past. You’ll notice these things while strolling down the thin trail; you’ll also observe a woman sitting upon a stone bench.

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Lake Breakfast

Have you ever watched the summer sun rise on Lake Michigan? I did. I watched the sky turn from ink to blue velvet to gray. I’ve seen red orange and yellow bleed out from the horizon; I’ve seen pinks purples and powder blues take over the sky. I’ve witnessed seagulls flock out of an old lighthouse circling the beaches for breakfast of their own. I’ve been part of a salty sea breeze morning only once.

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On Four Past Two: The 11th Sense

Winter sets

disaster Gray

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Puzzle pieces

pressed Today

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Snow drifts

Ashes tonight

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ice Melts

spring Delight

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Tomorrow persists

impressions Forlorn

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Yesterday proceeds’

Memories Scorned


Air Force Rangers

Middle school was a life changing time for me; those two years were the beginning of outside influences on my personality. Before middle school I was a quiet but confident child that said whatever whenever which was never a terrible thing- my words harmed nobody and empowered all. I didn’t go out much preferring to sit in my room reading a book or playing with various pets, and yes- spending time with my family. I had lost interest in involving myself with the neighborhood kids and lacked friends otherwise. In school I concentrated on my studies or expressions of creativity opposed to making a ruckus and passing notes with other girls. Seventh grade science class changed that.

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The Purple Fleece

The summer my father bought me a motorcycle was one of the most adventurous and memorable summers of my life. I arrived for a visit with him in Tennessee from Michigan for a much needed vacation from the chaos that was my life senior summer of high school. The motorcycle was sitting outside his home-tel and at first I was confused thinking he had gotten himself a new motorcycle, then realized it was a Buell Blast- the very bike I wanted for myself. Ecstatic I waited impatiently for my dad to be done with his day so that we could ride.

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