Friday, March 26, 2010
Flash 55 Friday - We are talking about respect...I am not just another bitch, and will not be treated like one. Am I asking too much, when I say, show a little respect for my position? Blot out from your mind any idea of superiority, you have none. All I ask is that you respect me for what I am, a human being.
If you share your life with a pet, you know they become more than just pets in the course of things. To some, they are animals. To me, they are adopted sons/daughters who are short, hairy, walk on all fours and don't speak clearly. Although the picture is not of one of my dogs, she does represent the attitude and persona of our female.
Sunday, March 21, 2010I am extremely grateful for the "Wise Words Awards" given to me by Ji and PattiKen for my recent Flash Friday 55 Post.
Wise words seem to escape me when I write what a talented and thoughtful community "Mr. Knowitall has discovered in his creation of Friday Flash 55. The community encourages and supports all submissions, and I am fortunate to be just one of many participants.
Thanks, Jingle and Patti!
Friday, March 19, 2010
A young boy's fantasy, inspired by 10Cent comic books, read as a child.
Was there a drug he should take, an invisibility cream, or maybe a disappearing ray?
Could it be true?
Was it possible a person could wander the streets invisible to the world?
It was much later in life, when he discovered invisibility.
Friday, March 12, 2010
I remembered her, that little girl who once lived next door.
Long ago rivals, I watched her naively bend down toward the floor.
I smiled, inspired, I took her cart and ran for the door.
Little rotten Ronnie chanced to be mean just once more.
Friday, March 4, 2010
This week's Flash 55, is a 2fer readers choice. I have taken one picture and developed two 55's for it. My wife suggested to name them, "Shirt Tales". I am interested in which story you liked best.
The morning air, so fresh and clean;
a day spent hanging out together, just the two of them.
Warm gentle breezes swirling to and fro;
neither afraid of being carried away in the moment.
He was thankful to touch something soft with his outstretched arms.
She was relieved it wasn't just another stuffed shirt experience!
It wasn't their dirty little secret any longer.
Now it was out in the open for all to see.
He tried to take her into his arms.
Reluctantly she pulled away.
Was she hanging him out to dry?
Had he been using the same old line?
Maybe, she didn't want to be pinned down anymore.
Friday, February 26, 2010
Hidden among the dark forbidden corners of the mind, lay that one searing memory; the one waiting to torment at the slightest chance of weakness, vulnerability, or insecurity. Not a dream, nor even your worst nightmare; a true déjà vu experience of another time. All senses acutely aware, constantly reliving the exquisite horror of yesterday.
Described from my own experiences, Post Traumatic Stress Disorder, effects thousands if not millions of veterans of all wars, and others who experience a traumatic life changing event. This illustration belongs to an article about the use of MDMA for the treatment of PTSD published in an
Friday, February 19, 2010
“I love You to The Moon and Back.”