wherever I go, I hear the same sounds voices in a head, articulated of people long dead, they lie underground emanating from an old mind unsound unhappy, with no aim - just frustrated wherever I go, I hear the same sounds I fumble with words just to get around throw away all those decades outdated … Continue reading Graveyards
conflictsin life will endheartbeats in unisonwith neural pathways of the braintake lead https://amanpan.com/eugis-weekly-prompt-unison-february-8-2022/
you are all-pervasive but why should I feel small if the temple stands tall? Part of the whole... I may look up at you but I'm enough a soul just in different roles -Complementing change the conversation rewrite devotion songs which kill spirits for long -dwarfing, shaking confidence to look up make them easy fodder … Continue reading Be a just world
Eugenia's contribution to Xploration Challenge #216 https://amanpan.com/aftergame/
Quadrille at dVerse today by Mish birds on my window sill wait for clouds to clear they will then fly to nibble at the sky taste remnants of clouds and come back to peck at crumbs I offer…. I feel so honored, little birdie to be part of your infinity
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The life coach stood in front of the group. He had given this speech many times before. He needed to make each person identify their goals. That required that they knew not only what they wanted, but how to reach their goal. He always started with the group bucket list. This group activity opened the eyes of his clients to more possibilities than they could imagine.
This was their first meeting. It was the first time he had ever worked with this type of group. Behind him sat thirty, terminally ill cancer patients. He wasn’t sure how much time…
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so much to doother than lists-no assurancehow long I'll live-Give me a clueDeath! how much timewill you give me? https://lifeafter50forwomen.com/2022/02/07/what-do-you-see-120-february-7-2022/
Sketchy Characters … by Artie
She spied me outside the parking garage, in old down town. She was pressed up against a recently repainted wall, another attempt to ‘revitalize’ the area. Good luck there, and avoid stepping on the endemic hypodermic needles. As she seemed to be staring at me and didn’t look only half crazy, I asked her “What are you looking for, pray tell, little lady?” She didn’t miss a beat, “you, Artie, I’ve been looking for you”. “Are you sure you’re not looking for Stu?” I replied, not meaning to throw my brother in spirit under the svelte wheels of this lithe coupe clad in clingy gray barely there. “I mean that’s more probable,” I continued “web searches mix up our photos and you’re more his type.” I immediately figured as the words ‘more his type’ flew from my mouth I had poked a hornet’s next. But she just purred repeating…
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Somy has parted with her second baby today - to another set of parents, who are in fact her baby’s biological parents. She thinks of the baby’s softness around her bosom and cries again. “Forgive me, my child …. it’s the only option I have to escape abject poverty.” She wonders aloud if what she … Continue reading Motherhood
Doctors let out ‘inside news’ about the health status of a celebrity. She may not survive another day. Quick recovery wishes float in before it gets too late. Leaders record condolence messages. She breathes again. Whose turn is it to be flummoxed? Written for Sammi's Weekend Writing Prompt
