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Timothy Gartin
Stories (2/0)
Everybody Wang Chung
Iowa was a great place to grow up. As a kid, I could play with friends in the corn fields or ride bikes on the gravel roads. I would leave home before lunch and come back home at dinner. And my mom would never worry. When I rode in the car with my folks, we listened to KFAB, the big AM station out of Omaha, for our news, the farm report, weather and, most importantly to me, the music. I can remember the Eagles and CCR in the 70s and singing along in the back seat.
By Timothy Gartin3 years ago in Humans
Vividly Alabaster
I look fierce and fantastic on my day in the spotlight. I'm terrified, but only he can tell by the look in my eyes. To the world, I am the cool, pure Belle of the Ball. The lace of my dress adorns it and, for a moment, gives the appearance of thousands of intricate ice crystals. It fits me perfectly and the material flows down into the long train like the most beautiful, pale cream.
By Timothy Gartin3 years ago in Poets