boy scouts on the train -- in training to be patient, to be kind, to help where needed, to be a sister to every girl scout, and to know the best part of all creeds to have and to hold close to the chest o a badge red with courage or green with freshness, starred with metal pride and polished shine -- but this is not the goal at all -- to shine within, to go beyond, to respect authority but only when the cause is just -- to burst with excitement upon bumping into each other somewhere along the way
into the dark -- not woods, but worlds below and beyond the light of sun of swallows of those kinds of familiarities (if you have ever seen a swallow or even swallowed hard at the rare beauty of a sky brightened just for your arrival) and into a tunnel of earth of stone of wait and see if there is another end or if this is the end itself
to make it through the cherry blossoms at peak or peeking through is to celebrate -- or at least tolerate -- every stage of life from its most sweaty to its fanciest -- moments on need of course creation or congratulations -- satin to lycra, tulle to lace -- range of arrangements to picture and to pass by, exit without merging
he gets special chicken nuggets no he doesn't but anyway everyone knows him best and at this time no one can look away and when he shares a precious word like TRAIN then everyone is delighted and a few shades pinker than proud but when he's not sure abut what that sound is he is so concerned that it also makes them smile -- i think he's thinking if you adults don't know what it is then we're all in trouble says his grandmother and soon the perplexed eyebrows relax with the presentation of the word TRACKS as if fears are alleviated by vocabulary although sometimes yes they are even more than naming gives power -- the same way nameless fears are insiders like a movie where you never see the monster and instead you jump at shadows -- or the feeling of reporting on these stories but not seeing within them at all because of choosing or at least ending up on a different TRACK
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While this blog's original purpose was to keep myself honest in my practice of doing daily justwrites-- 10-minute freewrites from some unusual starting points-- it has meandered to occasionally include other sorts of writing, to address other goals, and to even include other authors. Now, its main function is as a sort of verbal/ thought outcropping in public view. These are not polished pieces, and most are completely rough drafts. As some pieces may be developed through revision, your comments are most appreciated.
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