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11/01 Direct Link
Beginning Again At the start of a month, it's not quite NANOWRIMO, but tis something. I will joyfully expand upon this and other beliefs, if only in a witnessing way. The quiet of the winter has me in its grasp. Why is it always in possibility. I wish the wondering witness had more spaciousness to just be. Claptrap if you ask me. Unwise & wooly claptrap. Have it seen by a doctor. Do we know if it's mercury or something else? Did you swallow a thermometer? Has your mom been through the wringer or is it just me, wrung out?
11/02 Direct Link
five ways right

November second. The winds of the electoral storm have gathered into a fury. Breath. It goes in and out, and equanimity is still lost. The sense of balance, of needing to do something, anything, gone. What will your thing be? You are already busy giving of yourself to the world in so many ways. And so many unseen uncategorized ways. This is what we need. We must move beyond the doing and support the being in a way that is thoroughly concrete. Not wanting anything more than nothing. Wishing I had the internal freedom to let it.

11/03 Direct Link
seduced by the 'count'

The return of the "word count" feature on wordpress makes possible my contented return to 100 words. If only the 100 words site itself would count for me, I might more frequently complete batches & find myself higher in the good list of participants, somehow finding a competative edge -- why is it that getting points brings out that streak? What is it? It's like the crazy "cheers" on 43things, or the points in mypoints that are somehow seductive. Wanting to be counted, or to know you matter, or find the endless drift of nowhere. What's the count now?

11/04 Direct Link
Who are the characters in my story? Will we come to know them before the time is up? Will it be my story that will bring me the solace and understanding that I long for after having held them in my hands? With the coming change in reign, will there be room for the new king? Will we have lifelines leading to giving birth to a handbag, lessons from martial challenge. What did the monkey king want? Lift the boy to seek the prophecy for a moment? The rescue on behalf of the magic staff will hold the elixer at bay.
11/05 Direct Link
The news keeps using phrases like "president elect" -- I have trouble making sense of it. Did it really happen? Have we truly found ourselves on the upside of an era of lies & thuggery? Do I really believe that this "side" will be any different? It's a "yes we can" kind of optimism. For once in my life I am proud to be an American. Proud. It's been so, so long. I could stand that evening watching a truely Presidential speech, and for once not "move my arms so much". A moment I will remember. I am lost and found.
11/06 Direct Link
civil rights for all?

there is another side to this truly completely inspired advancement in civil rights, and this is the confusing lack of civil rights for ALL. What happened in California so that we might not grant rights to one and all, where we care more about the chickens than we do about our fellow men and women who share our streets and our schools and our lives. How can we deny basic civil rights to any group? What right have any of us to judge? What right, an out of town church to impose its morality on us?

11/07 Direct Link
wow, was the entry back authored for November fourth, that most historic of days, simply the lost meanderings of a movie goer? I'm in awe and beside myself, and all I could muster was a wonderless rambling? When a young boy is choked up at the solid knowing that he can be and do anything now. A belief he did not hold even a few hours prior. This world is magnificent, holding barriers to entry for some still in the society of man. When the chickens run free, and we restrict the rights of the imprisoned, and those who love like.
11/08 Direct Link
Master and student walk side by side, sharing their path before they go their separate ways. The bird has spoken, the jack-o'lantern snears from the garden steps, and the traveller finds that he is back where he started, but he knows the place a new. I am wondering which reality will be mine on this cold November morning. The destiny of yoga, and the cold reality of mortality. Is there a little bit of mighty memory that has been held forth? Ten days later, the master comes home to roost. The end of a film, and righting or wrongs. This is.
11/09 Direct Link
This is something very strange to see myself dragged through dr. wickedís dastardly willows. There ainít no carrying angle, and there ainít no further place from here. There might be a wandering hallow, and there might be some low-hanging fruit for which the widows will be wanton. This candelabra has been hanging here for years, and an earthquake for which we might never have see it. There are no captured saints, and not free criminals. We are all part of the lesser trochanter of belief. IF you just hold on to your ankles.
11/10 Direct Link
This list or that lab and the topic under the water and through the decision making process, there is a star or a lived experience that does not really plan or know what is next. The headache, the countenance, the blissful pain. So many ways to move or produce forward motion and the little ways of seeing something else. Headache. Pounce or donít, but let me know what you want here. Iím unhappy having relationships that need the solid selection. Missing some of my connection with my friend. So sad. I really want to.
11/11 Direct Link
Meet her on her ground, on the edge of where weíd been, is there something else have we seen a performance or will there need to be some duds who just donít know the wiggle-room, worms have had a muscle to stretch. I would really love to get some sugar this morning. Little way through the explanation. Help me express myself in a way that I can be coached to know myself. If you have a first time through. Find out what I have to say. Will you know us? Will there be more sections?
11/12 Direct Link
ANd then it started raining, and there was something delicious in the rain storm. Reach forward to wipe the sunshine off - superior dancing drama - of presidential foibles. The near disaster of President Carter, nobody likes to repeat themselves. The near disaster of Carter in a rainstorm. Who knew when we help & when we donít help. What is the online component. If we are there, let us be there. Adding value to what is part of the boat. Stream to our audience who wonít sit down in front of the television today.
11/13 Direct Link
Two hundred left, and the adjunct. I am distracted by the thought of what she might be saying, and at the same time, am focused on the finish line. Just three hundred and change to go. And who knew that this could be such a compelling pastime and a fascinating look into the underbelly of my briney brim. Revolution and motion. Adjunct - a second time. Who knew? You were there before we arrived. I would like a muffin ó you? A daydream - imagining what it would be like to ride alongside light.
11/14 Direct Link
If my eyes burn and my brain explodes and the particle destroys the edge of what might or might not be present and the edge of learning through. Passage of time and the pencil and compass ó look North - there must be something there in front of us, or cool, marvel at the wonders of the ordinary. Do you know what the next paragraph will bring? Can you hold yourself accountable to the distress of others? Questioning everything. Do not listen to authority blindly. Educate yourself for this is upon what the world depends. Who taught grammar?
11/15 Direct Link
Is there anything more evil or insidious than the unrelenting tick of the clock? What of it? Why does it drive so far, so fast? Tick, tick, seconds more of my life ticked away in cancelled magazine subscriptions and spaced out moments staring into the great beyond. I am so far gone sometimes, that the spaced-out presence is what I need to be rescued from. Can the touch of another bring you back? What of the absence of dressing? Have you had tomorrow reach you faster? What does thatmean? Who gave you the right? Why.
11/16 Direct Link
Line breaks with no purpose. There ainít no funny like the one Iím funny and the one Iím funny donít stop. Itís crazy, doesnít make sense, has no logic or language or rhythm. Well, maybe the rhythm. The boom of the tock tock with just enough splashshshsh to whisper its casual countenence forward off the block. Hard won doggies dream delicious, aww, too much for ya on the alliteration front? Canít take it for even just a minute? Canít see just how the words drip casually from me to you? Donít ya need another pair of pants? Where will you.
11/17 Direct Link
Where will I get another pair of add-ons or another slipped detergent ring. Who has the audacity to hang out at home with no liscence or truth in advertising. Have hallowed rings of winter or wide-eyed magnolias. History has so much behind it, so much riding on the red wheelbarrow and the lists for the coming trip are coming up fast and furious. Have the wider angle and from there slip lips past stick and portion off the cords. Solo signings sing so low. Playing with underbellied lipgloss. Together this is the one way we know to go.
11/18 Direct Link
Stuff to do and places to be, itís hardly a masters class, itís just a simple categorization. A prayer. What do you want to make of your prayers? Where will you go to undo what has already been done. Why donít you act more friendly towards people? Why have you less than the mystery? Insensce is only part of the journey. Little wind-ward watches, and witches and which one was there before? who knew how to spell? Apparently not me. There is only so much spelling we can find. Five more wrods before.
11/19 Direct Link
One more minute, and a host of goals and expectations before me. There oughta be a law, but there ainít and there outght to be some explanation for the uneducated and the undetermined masses, but there just does not seem to be. Just a few more minutes and seconds before the time runs out, and we are so very very close and so very very far from the goal we set only a few seconds left just a tree and a butter fly captured in this or that in a bit of nothing. (5 words short on 10 minutes)
11/20 Direct Link
It is Tuesday, the rain has just stopped, and the birds have returned to their perches, tentatively singing their songs with the voices of the newly washed. Who cares that it is tuesday ó what is important is the cool air, coming in on fingers of love or fingers at any rate, whisping in through the door wafting gently to chill my fingers. It is not love, but it is clean. Something clean and true. What matters is the sound of the cars cruising by, what matters is the radio talking about soldiers in the other room.
11/21 Direct Link
What matters is the pressure in my bladder, what matters is the smell ó it just smells clean. The pressure in my head, just above the eyebrow, waiting to descend. What matters is the touch of fingers against the keys. The cooperative dance as my fingers fly first left, then right over the keys. This finger does delete. She is extra active. How to I tell you you are needed more than others. does my left thumb ever do the space-bar? I donít think so. She rests, at attention.
11/22 Direct Link
But noone ever calls her name. What is it to really want to be called on, & to not ever be requested. I am sitting at the ready, and noone wants my services. WHY? Gender specific direct ground combat ground for female soldiers. What is the adjunct. How do we decide who fights and who doesnít? Get in the truck? Get forward, on the ground. I did not want to have the responsibility of having a female soldier in my charge die. There is no engaged training. They need training.
11/23 Direct Link
This list or that lab and the topic under the water and through the decision making process, there is a star or a lived experience that does not really plan or know what is next. The headache, the countenance, the blissful pain. So many ways to move or produce forward motion and the little ways of seeing something else. Headache. Pounce or donít, but let me know what you want here. Iím unhappy having relationships that need the solid selection. Missing some of my connection with my friend. So sad. I really want to.
11/24 Direct Link
Meet her on her ground, on the edge of where weíd been, is there something else have we seen a performance or will there need to be some duds who just donít know the wiggle-room, worms have had a muscle to stretch. I would really love to get some sugar this morning. Little way through the explanation. Help me express myself in a way that I can be coached to know myself. If you have a first time through. Find out what I have to say. Will you know us? Will there be more sections?
11/25 Direct Link
ANd then it started raining, and there was something delicious in the rain storm. Reach forward to wipe the sunshine off - superior dancing drama - of preseidential foibles. The near disaster of President Carter, nobody likes to repeat themselves. The near disaster of Carter in a rainstorm. Who knew when we help & when we donít help. What is the onlie component. If we are there, let us be there. Addding value to what is part of the boat. Stream to our audience who wonít sit down in front of the television today.
11/26 Direct Link
Two hundred left, and the adjunct. I am distracted by the thought of what she might be saying, and at the same time, am focused on the finish line. Just three hundred and change to go. And who knew that this could be such a compelling pastime and a fascinating look into the underbelly of my briney brim. Revolution and motion. Adjunct - a second time. Who knew? You were there before we arrived. I would like a muffin ó you? A daydream - imagining what it would be like to ride alongside light.
11/27 Direct Link
If my eyes burn and my brain explodes and the particle destroys the edge of what might or might not be present and the edge of learning through. Passage of time and the pencil and compass ó look North - there must be something there in front of us, or cool, marvel at the wonders of the ordinary. Do you know what the next paragraph will bring? Can you hold yourself accountable to the distress of others? Questioning everything. Do not listen to authority blindly. Educate yourself for this is upon what the world depends. Who taught grammar?
11/28 Direct Link
Is there anything more evil or insidious than the unrelenting tick of the clock? What of it? Why does it drive so far, so fast? Tick, tick, seconds more of my life ticked away in cancelled magazine subscriptions and spaced out moments staring into the great beyond. I am so far gone sometimes, that the spaced-out presence is what I need to be rescued from. Can the touch of another bring you back? What of the absence of dressing? Have you had tomorrow reach you faster? What does thatmean? Who gave you the right? Why.
11/29 Direct Link
Line breaks with no purpose. There ainít no funny like the one Iím funny and the one Iím funny donít stop. Itís crazy, doesnít make sense, has no logic or language or rhythm. Well, maybe the rhythm. The boom of the tock tock with just enough splashshshsh to whisper its casual countenence forward off the block. Hard won doggies dream delicious, aww, too much for ya on the alliteration front? Canít take it for even just a minute? Canít see just how the words drip casually from me to you? Donít ya need another pair of pants? Where will you.
11/30 Direct Link
Where will I get another pair of add-ons or another slipped detergent ring. Who has the audacity to hang out at home with no liscence or truth in advertising. Have hallowed rings of winter or wide-eyed magnolias. History has so much behind it, so much riding on the red wheelbarrow and the lists for the coming trip are coming up fast and furious. Have the wider angle and from there slip lips past stick and portion off the cords. Solo signings sing so low. Playing with underbellied lipgloss. Together this is the one way we know to go.