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Her & Her Bird
She lounges around from dawn till dusk. Sometimes she goes to the corner of her living room to catch some sun. She didn't mind it. She enjoyed it. It was a treat for her.The www.onedoor.ccsun and her plants are what keeps her sane. That and the bird that flies by every day at 3 o'clock sharp. She didn't ask for the bird to come to her. It just happened."Tell me little bird, why do you like to fly by my windowsill every day?" She quietly asked."Well, I like to look at pretty things in between my adventures. You just so happen to be one of the pretty things I see," The bird chippered. She paused. A smooth rus...
KOLOHE KU
You know that sinking feeling you get the moment you’ve done something bad? I don’t mean bad like you left your kids with a random convenience store circus clown. I mean universally impending doom bad. That is what I felt when I chuckled at the elderly woman selling handmade trinkets. I wasn’t trying to be a jerk she seemed nice, but my flight was long and I just want to get my suitcase.The baggage claim was already jam-packed when I arrived, which left me standing near the vendors selling to tourists. This woman stares at me from behind her cart, sizing me up for a sale, but I keep my eyes fo...
A Small Red Ball And A Little Brown Friend
A Small Red Ball and A Little Brown FriendA young boy kicked a small red ball across a land of golden-fields. The sparkling-crystal liquid laid at the top of his foot. At his side was a brown little mutt, covered in dirt and riddled with fleas. The two played upon the golden-fields for hours until the end of the days.Once the yellow-globe fell and the black-blanket covered the golden-fields. The boy and the mutt knew it was time to go home. The golden-fields were different under the black-blanket. This always confused the boy. He would stand up on the big hill that led to the golden-fields and...
Salt and Sugar
I can still hear it...the roaring crash as wave hits wave and the understated surrender of foam swishing against the sand. It will never leave me. It can never leave me. The moment I saw it, the ocean beckoned, called my name, and I was forever claimed and enslaved by its wild beauty. I can’t even imagine myself without the wonder of having seen the reckless power of the ocean. But at one point in my life, I never had. Kansas City is a huge, smokey, sooty, unkempt place, full of bustling people, homeless people, people on buses, in cars, on bikes, on scooters, on foot...constantly...