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The Flying Trapeze Experience

Cost: $29.00

Remaining Budget: $805.96

I have always been pretty awesome at birthday gifts. Seriously, just ask my little brother. Last year, for his 25th bday, I took him to an indoor skydiving class, and he… 1,639 more words

Inspiration

New Beginnings Part 5

This is story about a Cat.

To give you a little bit more context, we owned the local garage in the nearby village ‘Dunoon.’ It’s a quaint little country town consisting of one main road; a general store, a fuel station, a post office and a weird hippy shop that changes every six months or so. 855 more words

Life

Cause Of Death

I read the first page of the autopsy report and was not at all surprised. However, I asked questions out loud to no one in particular or perhaps to my imagined medical examiner. 823 more words

Memoir

Seize the Poem: Prompt: 'Tropical Garden' / part of me / vivid colours

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tropical delights
Poinciana ~ Hibiscus trees
riot of color
landscaping the yard
eye-catching beauty
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note: 

When I lived in Puerto Rico
it was amazing to be able to walk… 14 more words

Poetry

Just as I Suspected, Us Creative Types Have Interesting Brains!

I finally got around to reading Nancy C. Andreasen’s article, Secrets of the Creative Brain, in The Atlantic just now. A friend sent me the link months ago via email, and today is the first time I’ve taken to log into my email on the laptop to chug through the hundreds of unread emails and junk that’s accumulated there (kinda like my brain, ha ha). 571 more words

Writing

on the death of a strong man: Floyd Trainor

Visit a new entry under the “island” tab for a memoir/biography about the late Island artist, Floyd Trainor. Visit it here:

http://ostrakaclatter.wordpress.com/island/on-the-death-of-a-strong-man/

This is a digital version of a single edition hand-made book by Christine Trainor, Floyd’s youngest sister. 18 more words

Landscape

TPOS tanka prompt: when we can't talk

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Aug 13 when we can’t talk
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your bully move
no back bone for me
I know now
my voice silenced by fear… 60 more words

Poetry