WINDOW TO THE WORLD_A Window in Time_Dusted Stranger_Reflections Upon My Death
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WINDOW TO THE WORLD
The frayed sash on the Georgian style double-hung window gave way suddenly and Josh howled in pain as the heavy bottom panel, weighted with two centuries of history came crashing down with a resounding thud on his fingers. Screaming expletives that would make a drunken sailor cringe, he pried them free and simultaneously shot bolt upright in bed. Confused, he stuck both hands out in front of him, wiggled his fingers and felt no pain in any of them. Of course he didn't - he was in bed, a clear 8 feet away from the window which was in tact and slightly ajar just the way he had left it when he we...
A Window in Time
A Slash of Blue - A Sweep of Gray -Some scarlet patches – on the way –Compose an Evening Sky – Emily DickinsonClearly Emily Dickinson knew how to look through a window. She knew how to move close to the wavy glass that was prevalent in the nineteenth century. She knew how to touch the surface and understand the world presented to her through the rectangle. Her home was full of windows and so she could peer out day and night, organize thoughts and landscape, often using a minimalist palette to present her images. She is said to have spent most of her life in hiding, but I don’t believe that.Th...
Dusted Stranger
I remember www.onedoor.ccwhen the streets were full of kids happily chatting about their plans for the summer, or what they are going to wear for trick-or-treating. Now the streets are full of rocks and ruble. It wasn't long ago when the town had the biggest dust storm of its years. The storm cleared about 15 miles of town, after that this town was known for nothing.The only people known for walking the streets from here to there are the critters that come by often and take the leftover garden food. From what I've heard off of the radio is quite extraordinary, talking about people being visited in the night...
Reflections Upon My Death
The last sound I heard in life was a soft thump on a window. And I’m glad.If I was a better man, maybe I could say that I wish it had turned out differently, that if I had to die it should have been surrounded by my children, or laying chest to chest with my sweetheart, and maybe if I had planned for Tuesday to be my last day on Earth I could have arranged for it to happen that way, but I can’t change the facts now.Life happens, that’s what I always tried to explain to Kathy; life just happens and we’re along for the ride and what can you do, but go along with it? You do what you do, the unive...