Tag Archive: questions

Questions

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This week in the infinitesimally miniscule life of a writer — a person with a day job who is owned by 6 dogs and 3 cats… IQ:  One notch above a rock. This… Continue reading

TMI laziness

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There’s something going around and it doesn’t need a kleenex or an antibiotic.  It’s called the TMI Tag. H#!! if I know what that means. Just as greg-in-Washington doesn’t nominate people for awards,… Continue reading

The Sunshine Blogger Award – 2018

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    The Sunshine Blogger Award – 2018 I was nominated for the Sunshine Blogger Award by Kiwinana.  I enjoy her tanka prompts each Tuesday, and it seems she enjoys what I do… Continue reading

Direction

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Somewhere surrounded by a clear night sky a lost humanity asks,  -> “Please God, point to us the way.” . Everywhere The answer glimmers filling unwelcoming minds <- with a discarded, ancient truth, “If you… Continue reading

?? (o)(o) ??

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As I sit here sucking on an organic peppermint candy to settle my stomach, my mind wanders into a world of not-quite-right questions. You know what I mean–those questions that make everyone else… Continue reading

smorgas-war

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We’ve got to stop meeting like this, God or whatever I’m talking to.  It’s 2am, I’m typing in the dark, and I’ve had another one of those dreams…again. I know.  I was there.… Continue reading

More Questions

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Yes, I’m up again–at 3am–and I want to know the answer to a few questions:  Is insomnia a type of meditation and 3-in-the-morning the height of imagination, or is it more like 2… Continue reading

Hell if I know

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Hello, God.  I’m back for round 5 Are you sure it’s round 5? Hell if I know.  It’s round something.  It feels like I’m on the losing end of a boxing match. You’re… Continue reading

NaPoWriMo day 14 prompt: Quantum dogging

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All there is, God, Creator, whatever you may be, why can’t people see there’s no such thing as ‘safe?’ . Little one, you are safe. The clothing you wear, your body, is just… Continue reading

The trouble with dreams

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  Water, always the water pouring past my feet… drowning in seas of mud or caught in a tsunami’s grasp. . Lost, always…endless…searching, straying far from home,  languishing amid trees, as the road… Continue reading