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THE TRANSITIONAL OBJECT We were lucky, in our play pens to mouth our blankies to ourselves, connected to a piece of us, still attached to the lifeline’s warmth, its unerring stability pointing to our own north star.
Sounds carry. Tucked asleep into my first berth, I have no ticket to ride, no known destination. Black-capped conductors, uniformed and faceless, pass silently all night down darkened aisles. The gentle jostling of the carrier and its faraway howling are … Continue reading
DAVID We always thought her meek and mild until the day that she went wild and fell in love with an antique Greek, or … Continue reading
Creative Commons (My library group came up with all of these prompts:) delicious, horse, croissants, eviction, pardon POOR HOUSE BOUND They decided to end it all— This penny-pinching was no good and so they headed for the mall to see … Continue reading
SIGH.fOR THE FIRST TIME THERE WAS A “magical widget,” and I had not the credentials or smarts to navigate the route apparently everybody else can. But I tried… Haiku by Issa: “Without you – how vast the cherry blossom … Continue reading