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Xavier’s Xylophone Exposition in a Xeroxed Xeric Xanadu!
Welcome to the wonderfully weird world of “Xavier’s Xylophone Exposition in a Xeroxed Xeric Xanadu!” This post dives into the playful, poetic side of storytelling, where tongue twisters meet surreal landscapes. With a rainbow xylophone, a sun-drenched desert, and a very helpful gnome, we explore the meaning of unusual “X” words in a way that…
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Just Past Dawn
This morning, while taking my dogs out for their usual potty break, I caught a quiet moment of wonder. A beautiful green anole peeked out from upon a strangler fig branch, perfectly still—almost as if time had paused just for us. I gently raised my camera, hoping to capture its fleeting stillness. There’s something special…
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Where the laundry hangs
Inspired by the strange charm of Reading Ulysses in Montana #10, I dipped my toes into literary surrealism—a style that felt confusing at first but oddly freeing. Each line of this poem holds a piece of my story: the woods of my childhood, my husband’s nickname for me, and the Gulf waters I’ve grown to…
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’Twas the Night of Small Deeds (Unspoken, but True)
In a world that rewards grand gestures and loud declarations, there’s something quietly powerful about love that doesn’t seek applause. This piece was born from noticing the little things—everyday acts of care that go unseen but not unfelt. The picked-up socks, the rinsed mug, the hug without expectation. Quiet, consistent love may whisper, but it…
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Upon the Fourth Hour, Sleepless
In the bleak hours before dawn, when shadows stretch and the mind begins to fray, I wrote Upon the Fourth Hour, Sleepless—a lament in the spirit of Poe. It captures the eerie theater of insomnia: the snore, the whimper, the drip, the cries in the dark. Sleep hovers like a phantom, near but never touching.…
Echoes In The Current 