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A Post About Wednesday...on Thursday
A Post About WednesdayâŠon Thursday
Itâs Wednesday and I have this back of my mind feeling that itâs supposed to be a significant day. Wodens (or Odin) Day. Mid week day. An unbirthday day. I canât put my finger on whatever it is thatâs supposed to mark it. (and itâs highly possible that the back of my mind is just snickering as it watches me dart anxiously about) Back in March I was positive that by now I would have completedâŠ
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Pirate Stew by Neil Gaiman and Illustrated by Chris Riddell
(via Listen To A New Clip From Audible's Sandman Audio Drama)
Today, so far, has been another âBad Newsâ day. Lately I have been thinking that being a golem made of clay has a lot of appeal. A clay heart has its advantages, could be just what IâŠ
Friday and Hearts of Clay
Friday and Hearts of Clay
Today, so far, has been another "Bad News" day. Lately I have been thinking that being a golem made of clay has a lot of appeal. A clay heart has its advantages, could be just what I'm looking for right now. ( That and a body that doesn't creak audibly with each step down the stairs every morning would be a plus too.) I'm tired of feelings and failing to feel and walking into traps set by lurkingâŠ
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Wednesdays and What is Real?
Wednesdays and What is Real?
Wednesday rolls around like a relative who you only like at parties when there are other things (kids, food, game of bags) to distract you. But not the one you want to sit and spend close up time with.Â
Wednesday is just the day before Thursday, which is just the day before Friday. When Friday meant FRIDAY, pre lockdown.
I think about these things as I sit at work. Then I write aboutâŠ
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In false sunlight, electrically charged, the chatter surfaces, âthe night is youngâŠ!â The night knows better. Patti sang that the night belongs to lovers, but the night has an&âŠ
Five Things About the Night You (probably) Didn't Know
Five Things About the Night You (probably) Didnât Know
In false sunlight,  electrically charged, the chatter surfaces, "the night is young...!" The night knows better. Patti sang that the night belongs to lovers, but the night has an... unusual manner of loving, that no earthborn, so soft and so easily peeled,  wants to belong to. Children of the night, they call themselves, but they are really just dabblers in the dark. The night has noâŠ
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A Day Like Any Other Day
A Day Like Any Other Day
It was a day like any other day.
There was weather. Air. Time.Â
Nothing remarkable or notable. If Oliver had stopped to think about it (which he didnât) he would have decided that he felt the same as he always did.
It was a school day so he put on his blue shirt. Hoisting his backpack up he walked down the stairs half listening to the voices outside. If all three of his friends wereâŠ
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What Can You Say About Thursdays?
What Can You Say About Thursdays?
What can you say about Thursdays?Â
With the Covid-19 lockdown a lot of the emphasis on the upcoming weekend has been lost for many people. Some name the days just âDayâ and let it go. But itâs still there and still named (even if we donât bother) and still the most neglected day I think. Itâs the day we rush past to get to Friday. Itâs leftovers day. Itâs the âI still have to set an alarmâŠ
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you and me both Daniel.
Retreat
Pale horse.
Pale rider.
Why pale? Death should be juicy
bursting with life,
overflowing,
full of color and salt,
redolent with incense and sticky with nightmares boiled down to an essence,
a thick rubydark BordeauxâŠ
I see her in the corner,
like a hole punched out in the light,
her hair matching the shadows ,
and roses where her eyes should beâŠ
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Weekends arenât the same anymore are they? I still get that âFriday feelingâ (insert dancing dog here meme _______) but I donât know why. I am not going anywhere or doing anâŠ
Weekends and a Nameless Horse
Weekends and a Nameless Horse
Weekends arenât the same anymore are they?
I still get that âFriday feelingâ (insert dancing dog here meme _______) but I donât know why.
I am not going anywhere or doing anything. But I like easy Saturday mornings, drinking coffee / tea in bed, the usual âGETUPNOWANDCHANGETHEWORLDâ guilt quiescentâŠ.for the moment.
Itâs more a feeling. Iâm probably still programmed somewhere deepâŠ
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