to be continued

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This is what the side of the barn looked like after my mom and I painted it black, but before we traced the wave forms onto it and painted them on in white. We got about halfway through the painting before the sun started to set, then drove back to Houston. I originally planned to return this week to finish painting in the clouds, but the project, halfway completed, just didn't look right.

sticky when wet

The milk shake the red-head dropped as he exited the ice cream parlor was quickly rinsed away by a bucketful of water. His eyes were wiped of his tears. When a young father, minutes later, rolled a baby buggy through the milky dilution, now snaking into the parking lot, the spill was already forgotten.

april 20, 2012

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tingle in g major

i dreamed . . .

. . . I was a participant in an indoor lawn bowling/Chinese medicine olympics. I was a little uncomfortable with the fact that I had no idea how to lawn bowl, but I figured I'd give it my best shot, so I looked at the other contestants to learn how to roll the ball. Sidestep, sidestep, smooth roll down the middle. Sidestep, sidestep, smooth roll down the middle. Seemed easy enough to do. My t-shirt was too short, so I put on a sweater. First question. How do you feel about doping?

catahoula island

Catahoula Island is the name I gave to the long land mass in St. Martin Parish, Louisiana that lies to the north and west of the village of Catahoula.

white-winged nightmare

The doves are increasingly brazen. They no longer fear me. Tap. Tap. Tap. They peck at my window. "Feed me," their round orange eyes say, "or else."

blackberries

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touchstone

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A canopy of trees stretching across campus is filled with squirrels, woodpeckers and bluejays. And pleasant birdsong can always be heard. The setting is very peaceful.

silhouette

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contain yourself

Andrew and I were in The Container Store. We'd ended up in different areas, and I'd done all the shopping I needed to do. Rather than trying to navigate the maze of containers to find him, not knowing if maybe he was trying to do the same thing, I decided to just call him on the phone. "Where are you?" I asked. He said, "I'm in the container section." I said, "We're in The Container Store. Every section is the container section." We decided to meet at the check-out.

wave

adapted from an ancient Japanese vase motif

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