Nancie Brown
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Bio In Poetry
This poetic expression of who I am was the only option I had to resolve a frustrating technical issue with my account, which I can now, value as a blessing. Trust me, I would never have thought to use a poetry link in my bio description unless a glitch drove me to it. This was divine intervention from my Creator(s) and in my opinion, ingenious and which, btw, conveniently allows me to shift blame to those powers that be-Him and them.
By Nancie Brown2 years ago in Poets
Dog Days in Ocean Beach
My inner peace is a dog day in Ocean Beach. Walks along the shoreline. Exploring the rocks in the small jetty that separates beach loving dog people from the other side where dogs are not allowed. The lifeguard tower sits precariously on the rocky jetty wall right in the middle of the mix and watches over us all.
By Nancie Brown3 years ago in Petlife
SAD SONG FOR A HERO
The underground is dimly lit appropriately. Silhouettes are indistinguishable, obscure shadows. Some are older and most are brazen youth living on the edge of an informative, inspirational abyss. The air is a thick mix of plentiful smoke and sweaty grudge overpowered by the obscene smell of beached seaweed. The faces in the crowd impart wary grimaces to smirky hope. As the performing artist's slight form takes center stage, all ears are keen to hear her waify vibrato pierce the still night in the cavern that rocks beneath the sea.
By Nancie Brown3 years ago in Fiction
The Unimaginable Barn
My granddaughter and I are celebrating our birthdays. We were born on the same day. July 8th. Her name is Aerial. Her mother didn't name her after a mermaid. Aerial is named in honor of the father she never knew, an American Olympic Gold Medal Freestyle Skier, Christian Eklund. The son of a cancer research scientist of Swedish descent from Montana. My daughter met this Swede freshman year. Science lab together and a whole lot of chemistry going on. His parents said Chris was pretty clumsy for an athletic kid. They loved to tease him that his natural gate, and one he was better at, was flying down snow covered mountains. By the age of 19, the clumsy kid was a world champion and about to pursue his dream of Olympic Gold. His freestyle specialty was the aerial event. Chris was best upside down and high in the sky.
By Nancie Brown3 years ago in Fiction