I looked at the clock on the tower behind the big church, and it was 11:32. It was five hours and twenty-eight minutes until they served at the shelter. I crossed Main and went up 2nd past the fruity tutti bar. Everybody knows me here and just scowl and tell me to move along. They … Continue reading I Only Go Because I Need
This morning Archie Dwiddlen was retrospecting about some of our old neighbors. It seems Alden and Issac were neighbors with a fence between them. There was a some confusion about who should maintain the fence. Alden was pretty sure it was Issac’s potion of the fence that Alden’s mongrel angus bull was sneaking through to … Continue reading A Neighbor, a Bull, Some Purebred Cows, and a Dilapidated Fence.
I am of two birds whether the feeder's sure seed or hunger of horizons Writelee initially piloted this yesterday. It is Goodby and Retrospective 1. From May 30, 2018
I am not looking forward to the coming mornings when I wake up and the forced discipline of no Daily Post WOTD is not there . It has been a wonderful 100+ day rise for me, and the nearly all 110+ posts I have made in my short tenure with wordpress were in response to … Continue reading Although When Things End
I am of two birds whether the feeder's sure seed or hunger of horizons Broken
No rainbow over parched pastures. Flood’s promise—mud in a dwindle pool In response to Daily Prompts word of the day, with a broken heart
When I was fifteen or so, I was all thumbs, mumbled stutters, and longing gazes. One day our English Teacher, Mrs. BrainBury—that’s right she capitalized both Bs—chose to use these personality traits as an example during the “vocabulary minute” with which she started every class. She chose one other person to help illustrate. This was … Continue reading A Word Jeffry will Never Forget
Have you ever attended or participated in a Ceremony that troubles you? Today I did. Today is the day in the USA when we go to cemeteries and stand along parade routes to honor those who have served and especially those who have fallen in their service to our country. The little cemetery down the … Continue reading Has Freedom Become Just Another Word.
This morning was a morning dedicated (outside the ceremony of the usual poetry and fiction of writelee.com) to addressing a question found on Quora. Here is the Question:Why is being politically correct desirable (or is it)? found at: https://www.quora.com/Why-is-being-politically-correct-desirable-or-is-it Here is this morning's response: There is something that bothers me about this question. Perhaps this … Continue reading It Just isn’t that Simple
“I could pot one,” Isaac had said. “And you could probly wing another before they had your guts out and feeding ants,” Her father said. “So, for once, keep it in your goddamned pants.” Ida Eastwill would remember that until her dying day. She would remember the hot sun, and how heavy and useless the … Continue reading Hunger is Almost a Language