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Philosophical Fridays   2 comments

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 Buddha good and bad
Farewell the departing year
Spring brings us new hope

 

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The calm,

Cool face of the river

Asked me for a kiss.

Langston Hughes, Suicide’s Note

Posted November 30, 2018 by Danny James in Philosophical Fridays

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Picture It & Write — Never Again   2 comments

This post is in response to Ermilia and her  Picture It & Write  Prompt.

 

 

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Somewhere along the road, at exactly what hour into the road trip I’m not sure, I began to realize how little I needed him in my life. It was fun for the first few months but then things began to go terribly wrong. What I thought was a loving and caring  man turned into a monster who demanded everything from me and giving nothing in return. We agreed to a vacation in the mountains to work out our differences.

Halfway to our destination he decided that the run down motel on this lonely road would do for our  purposes. After checking in we went to our room and he  slammed  the door. That was the beginning of my hell. The last thing I remembered was being slammed into the  wall with such force that I passed out.

Waking up this morning, without him, suddenly filled me with a  sense  of a new beginning in my life. Raising myself  to the window ledge I  vowed never again. This too shall pass. From now  on it will be one  day at a time.

 

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Posted March 26, 2014 by Danny James in Picture It & Write

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Halibun   14 comments

Haibun Thinking,  interpretations of the Japanese Haibun, a literary form which explores the relationship between the human experience and nature.

The Prompt I chose:

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I once heard you sing. It still is a musical memory I can’t forget.

I was backstage when you came on. They tell me the wait is what made you nervous.

On stage your voice became hoarse and wheezy and you found  it hard to dance.

You had been amazing at Monterrey and even though this night you  were not at your best , you were still better than the rest.

I think it had a lot to do with Southern Comfort. After all, you danced a masochistic tango with the bottle.

A tumultuous love and a fatal dalliance with drugs all because of your feelings of rejection by your friends.

her voice inspires me

never to be heard again

a mercedes benz

Posted February 5, 2014 by Danny James in Haibun, Haiku

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Carpe Diem Haiku — Volga River   11 comments

Volga River

As Paulo and Hilal are departing from Moscow it’s late in the evening so it could be very dark and I think they didn’t saw the Volga that night, maybe they did saw it reflecting the lights of the TSR or the moon … we don’t know, but what we know is that they crossed for sure the Volga.
Our journey continues and we will go deeper into the Soviet Union the next days and weeks, but it is for sure an adventure …

the strawberry moon

reflections flood our small room

liquid flows below

Five Sentence Fiction — Moments   8 comments

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In response to Lille McFerrin Five Sentence Fiction Challenge:

Five Sentence Fiction is about packing a powerful punch in a tiny fist. Each week she will post a one word inspiration, then anyone wishing to participate will write a five sentence story based on the prompt word. Poem written in the American Sentence style.

Story about someone born with one kidney and after many years of dialysis keeps fighting until the end.

Thanks to Bjorn!

Except for the constant soft beating of the machine, it is quiet.

You lay still, never even a twitch,  with that awful thing in your throat.

Few visitors come to see what remains of the  once beautiful you.

Most people are born with two but someone decided you only get one.

Sleep little sister knowing that everything was done for you this day.

Friday Fictioneers — I Fall to Pieces   13 comments

Thanks to Rochelle and her weekly Friday Fictioneers challenge!

THE CHALLENGE:

Write a one hundred word story that has a beginning, middle and end.

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I remember our first date. How could I forget? It was MY first date. You were a minister’s daughter. My mom was pleased. I picked you up to attend a concert. You slid in right beside me. You placed your hand inside my legs. Remember bench seats? Thirty years married when I started to wear pink. Now I can hardly remember. The memory fails each day. Now it’s one day at a time. The kids keep telling me:

common love you shared

a sad song by Patsy Cline

i fall to pieces

NaBloPoMo #21

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