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In The Way
Old Lady Henderson was the widow of a World War II hero.
Her house, with uneven pine floors, built in 1790, belonged to a famous Civil War historian.
Abraham Lincoln spent several evenings with the Custuses here strategizing possible outcomes.
The stone fireplace shows exquisite handiwork.
A tunnel leads to the nearby park, once a dense forest.
“Get rid of it,” says Morgan Baum.
Old Lady Henderson refuses to let it be torn down: so much historical value!
At the end of Morgan Baum’s day, the only thing left standing is an old stone fireplace and a tunnel.
Sascha Darlington 11/20/2017
So my nanowrimo novel is finally coming into being after much procrastination. I’m at 6412 words. Yep. I am so far behind I am smelling exhaust fumes from the cars that are lapping me multiple times over. Continue reading
Written for November Notes, Day 18, Chariot by Jacob Lee. Continue reading
For November Notes, Possession by Sarah McLachlan.
Steal my hand
I am everything
you’re my life
my blood pulsing
you’re my obsession
hear my confession
you see me
as the darkness
I’m your savior
Written for November Notes, Day 1 (ha! catch up in full force), The Night We Met by Lord Huron.
We knew each other in daylight, but night was where we came alive. Hands and fingers and lips devouring, rhapsodizing some mystical force deep in the earth’s belly, deep in my belly. I hear the magic bass thumping through my heart, resuscitation, and long for one more night with you, but stark day pervades, like a killing virus, invades.
Written for November Notes, Words as Weapons by Birdy. I thought of redirection. I am also offering this for dVerse open link.
Pathetic to consider the energy you expend to injure
how all of those atoms redirected, momentum amassed
could be lightning fireflies portending delight.