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A dense cluster of leaves of the trees in the wood turn upward in anticipation of the impending precipitation. Branches waggle, yes, and no, thrust back and forth, urged up and down by a sub-tropical breeze, while the bluish-purple sky dims and rain droplets rattle on the sky-light and pepper the bleached white cement walk. It is humid, yet cool. There is a sense of stillness: yet simultaneously, a frenetic energy boasting of what may come. A distant boom and the rustling of tens of thousands of leaves softly sounds the eve. Waiting… waiting… for come what may.
On this hot dry and overcast August 22nd 2012 I have been very pleased to entertain at my round table, in a room in the corner of the palace in my mind, discussing the theme of trust and distrust, the generations it takes to instill reliance, or break it down, (mostly break it down), and other brilliant revelations of character as conveyed in his short stories, none other, than John Updike himself. Fragmented translucent clouds wafted overhead, signaling the onset of autumn. Outside and stories below in the courtyard the pool of dense rippling blue-green sent up an abysmal odor of chlorine, as we talked freely and intensely seriously, recalling those famous last words, from far too many manipulative close family members, erroneous employers, randy rectors, unthinkingly enthusiastic law enforcers, corrupt congressional coteries, former gold digging girlfriends, (to put names to a handful), “trust me…”.
Movie Review
Ugh… Hatfields and McCoys… Ugh…
Too much like:
Some close family members,
Staunchly contorted clients,
Exed gold digging girlfriends,
Former wonky employers,
Past lustful ministers,
Nearsighted Law enforcers,
And
Current corrupt congressional cohorts;
In other words:
Too much like:
Thursday
The Phantom Of Her Blog
Her blog appeared with the ping of my phone, I transpierced, mesmerized, engulfed, navigating my way round the phantom, lifted, carried deep into the well, emerging, prancing over catwalks, springing toward the decaying spiral of dripping eloquence, up, up to the dome overlooking all that can be seen; an ancient river of wisdom.
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