Gone Fishing_Color envy_Nothingness_Bread Breaking
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Gone Fishing
February 23 2010、 The sign if that date in astrology is Pisces the fish. In the Chinese Zodiac it is the year of the Tiger. It’s about 9 am in the morning and I get a phone call from my brother who lives in Oregon. My mother had left the city that I lived in a few years ago to go be out there in a lovely retirement village that was much less costly than the ones in NY. I knew something was wrong by the tone in his voice. He explained that the night before my mother had fallen and broken her hip and had to have emergency surgery. He and his wife had stayed at the hospital until after the sur...
Color envy
Color EnvyWritten by Marcie Van Cleave “By the time I stepped outside the leaves were on fire.” They were brilliant colors of red, yellow, orange,with tinges of green. The sights were impressive, and the familiar smells brought a new definition to Autumn in my mind. I gazed upon the sunset as a tear ran down my cheek, a flood of emotions found their way to my insides as my stomach flipped and my heart raced. The sky was a beautiful assortment of blues to grey with brushstrokes of pinks smeared into orange that set so brilliantly. How could I have ever known I was taking sunsets for granted? No...
Nothingness
True love is a myth and I’ll tell you why: He called me at 2 am to ask if I could come over. He was drunk or at least I thought he was. I cradled the phone in my hands as he pleaded, hearing as his sloppy words pooled at my feet. The phone was coldwww.onedoor.cc against my ears, almost feeling like a prison and an addiction at the same time. He told me he would be leaving for Portland in a few days and that he wanted me to stop him. I loved him, had never stopped loving him. So I agreed. It was 2 in the morning but I agreed because I wanted to see him and I wanted him to see me too. I hoped that when he did...
Bread Breaking
The wheat berries are beginning to sprout. He's talking to himself because there is no one, not even a pet that lives with him. His slum dwelling of a house is what it is because when scavengers took the best and trashed the rest, they left a war-zone ambiance, long neglected since his heart hasn't been there; years have gone by without cleaning up after mice/rats and bats, or dealing with a street gang from California that's encroaching on the property line. It borders a dead end road that's twenty-six miles from the closest town with free WiFi; he has no phone, no car, and no electricity exc...