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#flowers #bloomscrolling #mood #EastCoastKin #photography #nature #petalpower #magnolia #bedewed
Closeup of mature magnolia flower, beads of dew on its petals.
May 27, 2025 at 4:25 PM
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She needed help, divine inspiration. Downtown bohemian chic or midtown luxury. Cafes and bookstores with fire escape writes, or the latest fashions with dinner dates and romantic escapes. Anywhere in this city should be fine. He'd never find her. Crossing her fingers she made a choice.

#vsspic
Woman in winter coat with back to camera looks at a wall of musical posters announcing local bookings. She has one hand behind her and her fingers are crossed.
May 27, 2025 at 3:58 PM
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In Barnes and Noble she fashioned a scythe
From a plastic fork in the café
She needed no prompting
And showed no hesitation
Clear and deliberate creativity
Transforming her world
Before my eyes
What did I expect
Given where we were
And who she is

#love #daughters #proudpapas #horror?
Plastic fork bent into shape of scythe
May 18, 2025 at 7:28 PM
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To all the #moms
whose presence
is still felt

#SundayYellow #FlowersOnSunday #Stunday #EastCoastKin #sleepy #bloomscrolling #mothersday
Yellow rose in shadow and light
May 11, 2025 at 8:06 PM
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Robin's fight with Laura was serious. She even said that was it. So he hit the bar outside of town to blow off steam. Texas summers are hot and he was sizzling, inside and out. The stranger scratched and left Robin with a free shot at the eight ball. He'd win, even if he couldn't with her.

#vsspic
May 10, 2025 at 3:46 PM
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years away
in lands ago

#mood #Scapes #fridayscapes #EastCoastKin #capecod #nature #photography
View of the Atlantic from a Cape Cod dune
May 9, 2025 at 12:14 PM
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Stuffed Islands of Greed
The last play to be performed
In the now defunct
Theater of the Absurd v2.3

As the curtain fell
The troops entered
Herding the audience out
Into the alley
From which none returned

It sits now
Testament on file
For the law does not allow
Property seizure

#vsspic
Abandoned 100 seat theater viewed from rear toward stage, rows of red cushioned chairs still intact covered in plaster dust and debris from decaying ceiling and walls; stage charred from fire, backdrop still in place, rendered unrecognizable by the mold from the char and the fire department's extinguishing of the blaze.
May 3, 2025 at 1:59 PM
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#WIPsnips #magic

Started ages ago, perhaps a return to it. Bowing Up the Gods, it's tentatively titled. Part mystery, part mythology, part surreal cozy, part magic. Think Steven King (cause there's another author I can't/won't name) meets Norman Rockwell.
"... It must be the heat." Amy had a sudden thought. "Have you been turning on the air conditioner at night, dear? I know they get expensive to run, but leaving yourself open to this heat, well, you don't want a heat stroke or anything like that." She could tell she was on to something when Carol's face tightened and a little furrow formed between her downward pressing eyebrows. Amy had never seen her angry before and didn't want to push it now, so she simply said, "Well, I'm glad you're here, at any rate. Would you like to make us some more tea, or should I?" Carol wordlessly stood up and quickly disappeared behind the counter and into the back of the shop. The back consisted entirely of one small room with walls full of shelves and a desk built into one wall. There was a glass paned door leading out behind the building where two large plastic trash cans sat waiting for twice daily collection. One thing the village stressed almost above all else was cleanliness. "We are not an historical representation of an actual turn of the century village. We are the embodiment of the ideal of a turn of the century village. We are the village of your dreams, and we are everything that village could have hoped to have been." Both Carol and Amy had heard this mantra countless times at the monthly employee luncheons and training seminars. It was not enough for this village just to have quaint shops. They went to great lengths to ensure that every aspect of their customers' experience was magical, like stepping into a time warp bubble and finding yourself one hundred years in the past amongst a treasure trove of nostalgia and shops brimming with goods, armed, of course, with your trusty credit card and ever helpful check book. Cash was not accepted at any of the establishments. This kept security easier and the village with a record of every last transaction. Nothing was left to chance or human error in this system. Almost nothing. And everything ran like clockwork. Almost.
April 24, 2025 at 12:43 PM
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#blueskymonday
Love Park, Philadelphia PA
April 7, 2025 at 3:24 PM
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Hindrance to the Thing

#writing #poem #poetry #poet #blueskypoets #writingcommunity #poetrycommunity
March 4, 2025 at 2:17 PM
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I've been in love before
I've been in love before Just tonight I felt it's embrace It's completeness In the wallpaper of a restaurant A million worlds away A scene, in a television movie and I am reduced yet evoked, redolent Forever away yet moments From truth Facets, legions Each of us For in memories we persist Faltering as the light of day The eternal return that then slips away To twighlight's quiet In which, we lie
March 2, 2025 at 4:30 AM