Work Tings
I'm in the stage of waiting so I thought I could write what I remember from work yesterday. It was Friday, I remember. Yes, yesterday. ...
I'm in the stage of waiting so I thought I could write what I remember from work yesterday. It was Friday, I remember. Yes, yesterday. ...
I walked into work this morning and beheld John at his usual spot, slicing into some pig meat. "Good-morning," I said. "Good-morning,"...
It was wet this morning and I wasn't sure if I wanted to walk or get a ride to work, but I walked. I heard the sirens sound and I walked...
Sounds like something you'd use to dig out King Tut with, but it's actually something simpler and more fun. It's simpler as in, no...
Yesterday morning I was laying out in the grass feeling my skin crackle under the sun. Micah climbed over and around me and sang, "Here...
I also recommend random conversations with random people you don't know. Twenty questions or whatever. Also recommend the weather. & the...
I'm finishing off the last of the March prompts in April lol. But it's fun and once I'm done I'm going to start on some of the other...
It's 22:48 and I was going to blog earlier this evening so I guess this will have to do. I was amused at work and you all seem to like...
Today Eugene smoked a rib roast and a whole tenderloin. One of the really nice things I've found out about the two butcher shops I've...
Write yourself back to life. Prompt by Amy Kay Back to life indicates death. Why am I dead? What put me here in this state? It’s snowing...
My soul has adhd today and it is affecting my entire capacity of body and mind. "Yes, I will go to Embassy today. Yes, I know I promised....
I am in perpetual shock and grief. People that I knew died today. You've all probably heard of it today so I won't go into it all, but...
I'm taking myself on a poetry challenge this month. I stop painting and start writing; I only have room in my head for one thing at a...
Surprised By Oxford authored by Carolyn Weber. Jesus, the great Lover of the soul, woos Carolyn Drake’s soul, causing her to question her...
Salāt. Gold spills across the sky in ribbons And the muezzin calls for prayer, The sound ringing across the mosque into the city square—...
I was working at the meat stuffer and Erma was slowly wrapping the brats I'd just finished. (Erma is John's wife. She is, oh, sixty...
Today we were wrapping summer sausage. “Here,” I said, tossing a slice to Brenda. “Try it.” We ate our respective pieces and I looked at...
He was tired of doing the same things, waking up to the same sky, conversations with the same people, working in the same fields, and...
I was drinking coffee from my eight ounce Miir travel mug when I became aware of Abraham standing at my shoulder watching me. He placed...
Four in the evening and we're on the road north. It's a liminal road, a dream where it goes on forever, winding along in sunny...