A disarming smile and a velvety, "Hello," is how I got tangled up in her allure. She is intricately complicated. A Keltic knotted Mobius strip. Her hair is the color of tiger lilies, eyes are a #seafoam green. She's a rocky shore, a Siren's call, a Florence Nightingale. All. #vss365

They sat around the graveyard telling their life stories every Halloween; comparing their best of times. Then they'd compare their deaths to see who's was worse. Charlie was the funniest. He'd been dead the longest. His lips were gone but his tongue could wag a fab tale. #vss365

She stood in the #doorway, her tartan robe open, wearing more smile than teeth, holding a beer and a blue pill. He looked at her saying, “Is it your birthday or mine.” It’s for better or worse dear.” She replied. “It’s worse,” he said “You forgot your teeth.” She tisked. “Bring me my pill.” #vss365

We rushed to cross the crowded street. Looking only to the future our worlds collide, spinning to a halt. Invective words fall silent as her eyes meet mine & I glimpse a #past life. "I think I know you." My words drown in the blare of a car horn. Her smile confirms she glimpsed it too. #vss365

Acorns are dropping Temperatures are falling September morning #Haiku

She searched the streets for the sullied and broken. She’d find them in the #reek of poverty and addiction, discarded by society for their ineptitude. She claimed them for God. Death at times imminent. And as they’d call out for their mother, Teresa was there to hold them, and let them go. #vss365

To call him the super anything is a bit of a stretch, except perhaps superfluous. his job is ordinary; the day to day housekeeping and maintenance for the tenement. A jack of all trades for sure. A master of the #mundane. However, it’s what made him so important. He’s their Superintendent. #vss365

The grump with bed hair made his way to the kitchen. It’s still dark outside, but his granddaughter, always a ray of sunshine, greeted him, “Good morning grandpa.” he grunted. “I made coffee,” she said. “11 scoops.” Eyes her suspiciously, then goes to the pot. pours a cup, sips and smiles #vss365

Dinner was almost ready when she realized she forgot to boil water for the noodles. She hovers impatiently over the pot waiting. “A watched pot doesn’t boil,” I say. Quickly, she turns her head & cocks her hip. “It does for me,” she says, “the trick is to close 1 eye ;-)” serving up #sass. #vss365

Joseph and Mary were traveling from Jerusalem, NY to Nazareth, PA where they grew up. They were hoping to make it by night, but Mary went into labor just outside of Bethlehem. The idea of having to stop gave Joe a #scowl. Mary, ever so pleasant, would #hum a lullaby for the baby; and Joseph. #vss365

A #swish before swallowing. #7syllablesentence

He droned on about how he felt his life lacked #purpose, meaning. The staff at the spa looked at him like they’ve heard it all before. his shrink was no help nor his #spiritual advisor. “Anyway, that’s why I’m here,” he said. placing the LSD on his tongue he slipped into the flotation tank. #vss365

Have you tried the new brainwash #Innocence yet. I highly recommend it. I feel young again, my child like wonder restored. My wife has regrets, it was her idea. Now she wants me home when the street lights come on. She’s just like my mom except, she kisses my mouth. Eew! #vss365

The sands of progress shift from time to time. Storms of protest for equality exposed an entrenched ideology of false superiority. Ignoring the Constitution and the will of the people won’t make America great again. #Patriots woke to the injustices won’t be tread upon. E. Pluribus Unum. Happy 4th

He struggled to put together a coherent thought. Like a punch drunk #boxer hitting above his weight class, it was clear, he's no orator, no politician. He takes one on the chin whenever his own jabs fall short. Often raising his gloves in victory, not realizing the bell ringing was tinnitus. #vss365

Sharing a 3Bdr flat with 8 siblings and 2 parents you don't realize how bonded you’ve become avoiding each other till you're old enough to move out. #Nostalgia has a way of reminding you of the things you never really appreciated as you were growing up. Even dad's annoying Old Spice. #vss365

He rolls her gently as if she were an ancient scroll. His touch is therapeutic; reading her scars the way the blind read braille. He speaks a language that’s archaic yet familiar, she did not comprehend. It did not sink in until his tear touches her #skin. He is reading her story. #vss365

She weaves a basket From sunbeams, to carry the moon across the night sky #vss365 #sunbeams

They eyed her from across the cafeteria. In a sea of plaid skirts and white blouses, she stood out. A daffodil in springtime. The first rose on a bush to bloom. Not apex #predators, just letter jacket athletes at the top of their food chain. She may survive the semester, but not unscathed. #vss365

He’s cracking up again,falling apart. He's pulled himself together before but has never quite felt himself. In his mirror, he sees a composite of everybody else’s idea of him. An abstract fragile collage of all he thought he was. He's cracking up, but this time he's laughing. #vss365 #clarity

She came home to a strange and yet familiar man standing in her yard where the old #oak used to be. He was broad in shoulder with hair the color of autumn leaves. Raising his arms and swaying upon seeing her. #vss365

A mockery of one member of Congress is a mockery of Congress itself. Whether one speaks from a tele- #prompt -er, notes on card, or off the cuff; need not invite heckles. Proper #decorum is the 1st point of contention needing redress for healing the #schism within political discord. #vss365

“Talking him back from the ledge would be #idyllic, Father. But if he’s hell bent on suicide, and you really want to save his soul from eternal damnation, give him a push.” #vss365

“I promise, daddy,” said the little girl, keeping her eye on the ring while giving her father assurance that her #purity would remain intact until her wedding night. The #glisten in her mother’s eyes gave refuge to her feelings of helplessness to yet one more betrayal by her husband. #vss365

A young mother knocks on the convent door; no questions asked no answers given . That was the policy. The #wicket door opens and an old nun, stares out. Feeling both shame and humility, the young mother passes her newborn through. The old nun passes judgment. Closes the wicket door. #vss365

Jacob sucks on his teeth trying to work loose a piece of sinew from the steak Rachel cooked for him. Annoyed, she implores him, “Get a tooth pick already!” “Nah, I’m good,” he said, savoring the #challenge. Their daughter, Andrea, imitates her father while squishing her peas. #vss365

He finishes a pint at his favorite pub, the Grit and Bare it. They treat him like family here; he thinks of it has a second #home. The one where all his friends stop by. Alone in his first home. No visitors allowed. #vss365

He imagined Twitter like flocks of Starlings and their murmuring flights of fantasia. Instead, he’s wondering why (X) angry birds were attacking. How to put the social back in social media, he thought, sitting under a blue sky of white butterflies; watching the gentle flap of wings. Feeling hopeful.

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