Heed! Did you? Turn around, STOP! What the hell were you thinking? I don't know. I just had one foot pressed on GO! I, like a whole lot of us was just getting the hell out of "Dodge. " What is "Dodge"? Obviously it is more than Clint Eastwood and Michael Landon. It's a place none of us want to be once we get there; a dusty, smothering memory, a pit of loss, a nowhere we never wanted to see once, much less revisit. Now people talkabout red flags, auras and " shoulduvknowns" like we could buy them at the corner store or at least be handed an instruction booklet on love, stupidity, STD's and driving license all in one go. Recall, your guides, your parentals or whoever's sitting you down for the low down on love? If so, you are less than 5% of the global population, (of course I made that up).I know one thing. Love has no warning sign, no colour or flag. When it hits, it hits, it is like the old adage, " a ton of bricks". There is not a damn thing you can do about it but ride along.
I Can Be Scary Too
That little shit has messed with my garden for the last time. The way he wreaks havoc on my strawberry plants is a crime. I’ve had enough of watching him through the glass window. Sauntering around with his cassette while I wait for his sabotage to explode. He thinks my time and resources are so disposable. Well, I find his arrogance opposable. If I ever catch him in my garden again, I’ll be serving up my brand of sabotage. Then be tossing him in my disposable bin behind the garage. Maybe even bury him and cover it in a small patch of grass. Then admire his grave from behind my window’s glass. I’ll listen to his cassette while I tend to my plants of strawberry. After that, no one will doubt that I can be scary.
By Donna Fox (HKB)7 days ago in Poets
The Hour Long Minute
I’m finally off of work from my overnight shift and now comes the hard part. I do Ride-share driving for about two or three hours after I get off of work each morning, not only to make ends meet, but to put away a little extra money for my rapidly approaching wedding.
By Earl W. Pearl5 days ago in Fiction
Comments (9)
Yes to all of this! And the brick is worth getting hit by (even if you get a bloody nose.) Great read!
Well-wrought! Love for the other is ephemeral. Love as an ongoing experience is something more harrowing, but worthwhile once one is tempered like the steel in the forge. "A rich and powerful soul not only gets over painful and even terrible losses, deprivations, robberies, and insults: it actually leaves such dark infernos in possession of still greater plenitude and power; and, what is most important of all, in possession of an increased blissfulness in love. I believe that he who has divined something of the most fundamental conditions of love, will understand Dante for having written over the door of his Inferno: 'I also am the creation of eternal love.' " -Friedrich Nietzsche
Great piece, ROCK!
Oooo, this was slammin'! Loved it so much!
Loved the poetry
Loved this ROCK. Your made up statistic reminds me of two of my favorite jokes: 50% of all statistics are made up on the spot. There are 3 kinds of liars: Liars, Damn Liars and Statisticians.
Aint it the truth!
Its fair to say the flags arent always on display!
Excellent story telling