I listen to the Night, raucous in its pitch-black silence.
Sometimes I wonder, if I scream into the Night, will it swallow all my sounds, and spit it back out into some alternative Earth? 214 more words
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While the majority of my Facebook friends wished for 2016 to end and while posts were written of all the negative events that have happened in the last year, there I sat in the last few days before the clock struck 12 wishing that the days would just slow down. 547 more words
Permanent: lasting or intended to last or remain unchanged indefinitely.
I was born and raised toward the end of the “baby boom” generation. As a Boomer, I’ve noticed that the reality of something lasting forever is not as familiar to us as it was to those in the generations before me. 591 more words
Today I have something to say about nothing. Have you ever thought about this well-worn word? You might say, “Sure, nothing doing.”
We often use nothing in reference to something, as in “Bobby’s gift means nothing to me.” We might use it to refer to something that no longer exists, such as, “Nothing remained of Hooterville after the tornado.” We think of it representing something that should be there, but isn’t as in, “The room contained nothing.” If you are explaining how to do a task to somebody you might say, “There’s nothing to it.” 329 more words
Joining in call and response with magpies,
busy thieving from the finch nest in the lilac bush,
dive bombing the gutters on the roof, 624 more words