Tied Up in Others 

“Those words…. They were sharp as glass.  I can feel them still.” Dave’s voice monotone delivery fades away.

His mind churns them over and over.   Minutes to hours. His mind whittles away today with their harshness.

His place outside next to his garage.   Blank eyes look in the air for the answer to what consumes him.   His washed out blue eyes hide behind glasses.   Years have added wrinkles to better disguise his intent.  His salt and pepper hair match his close cut bread.  His pallid face blank from lack of conclusion. 

“I can remember… Her words started about me not doing something.  Her brown eye harden and bloodshot. I just thought… well, I can listen. But then I’ll think about the words.  I’ll start making dumb mistakes.”  Dave wave his hands explaining this to an unseen companion.

He sits back on his metal chair.  His breath pauses.  Fingers engage in hunting for a cigarette.  His lost addiction remains fresh to his body.

The chasm of what we do and how quickly it can change, spill before his feet.  A series of bumps shake his thoughts free.   

“I recon I’ll have to check on her.   She’s probably waking up.   She will probably be a little cross about the whole tired up thing.   She never was much for understanding.”  Dave looks toward the door leading in the garage. 

His eyes open a but more.   His head swivels side to side.   Inventory of his neighbors send important now. 

Dave slides forward in his chair.   Both arms come to rest at the edge of the chair to propel him up.   A simple motion seems like slow motion.   Dread suddenly checks on his face.  He had always hated confrontation. Maybe, it will be easier with her tired up a bit. 

The ordinary door leads to a garage more storage than garage.   Boxes of varies color and age stack toward lights and open rafters.   A path, five to eight feet winds through the maze of excess things. The bumping noise get more intense as he moves toward crudely made cage.  More chain link fencing leaned against cinder block wall.  A few metal poles keep an opening with a giant cocoon drifting side to side. A rap of fencing follows a soft bump.  Oddly hypnotic in motion.

“Grace, you are awake.  We didn’t have to go this way.   But now that we did… Get comfortable.   I’m not the best at things,  as you keep reminding me.  Well, I’ve had a few  hours to think it over. I’ll have to think some more about how we move on from here. Please, fur once let me think.” Dave sips at a coffee mug.  He smiles a tad. “I’ll be back in awhile. Don’t go anywhere.”

Meaningless

Her advances rejected.  

Smiles and laughs at stupid humor never noticed.

Her homemade, albeit bakery bought, treats ravaged like she wanted her to be. 

Her last attempt at avoiding be meaningless realized.  While never a pink girl, a pink 9 mm feels mighty noticable now.

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Symptoms in Grey

Chill in the air 

The distant Sun offers little

Where gentle rays once landed 
Barren land shines out

Life hides in shadows  

Melancholy day grows long

Waiting for the return of warmth 

Maybe tomorrow, today grey rules

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Almost Heaven – Second Anniversary Post

This week will bring the start of my third year with this blog.  1998 posts and 5 deleted ones later…. I celebrate two years with where I started.   The original post.  To all those reading, thank you for your support.   I have met some of the best people i know here.  😃

Short trip to West Virginia in spring will leave you with some great memories. While you may have heard of New River Gorge, the place was meant for your eyes.  Spring brings high water, wildflowers, and people.   The New River cuts through several parks offering great views and chances explore on the ground.

Best approach to the area is US60 East from I77 in Charleston.  The travel time straight through is just over an hour. You leave the city and quickly start following the New River.    Several small towns dot the river, but at Gauley Bridge get out of car.  Here the Gauley River meets the New River, best viewed from walking abandoned railroad bridge next to small museum.  As you leave this town, you will cross railroad tracks and stop at little parking lot. Cathedral Falls is over sixty feet tall but looks twice the size in it’s little gorge.   It’s about 500 ft from road.

Next  the road starts to curve, it will take you to Hawk’s Nest State Park.  Great views over looking gorge and the river impounded is called Hawk’s Nest Lake.  The State Park offers lodging, with corner suites with views that are spectacular from balcony.  Lodge isn’t new but updated.

From here the New River National River is fifteen minutes away.   Taking US19 south,  You will see visitors center on left.   Inside you will get a map of park and learn the history of area. You should drive the old way to river.

The park guide has a list of hiking trails that are fairly easy. If you have two or three hours go to bridgeview trail. The picture below is your reward.

Once on other side of river, visit Pies and Pints for best pizza and microbrews selection around.  There are several outfitters here that offer rafting trips, climbing, and other activities. Fayetteville is really close to I77 about ten minutes.

If you have time side trips to Babcock State Park for horseback riding, Grandview park, and Bluestone Lake allow more views. These are all with half hour of National Park.

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Wordle #147 – Vision

Wordle #147 “March 20th, 2017″

Week 147

1. Latch

2. Ballet

3. Levitate

4. Heliotrope ((n.) Any hairy plant belonging tothe genus Heliotropium, of the borage family, asH. arborescens, cultivated for its small, fragrantpurple flowers. Any of various other plants, asthe valerian or the winter heliotrope. Any plantthat turns toward the sun. A light tint of purple;reddish lavender. Surveying. an arrangement ofmirrors for reflecting sunlight from distantpoint to an observation station.)

5. Iridescence

6. Media

7. Passion

8. Harmony

9. Inseperable

10. Legs

11. Heat

12. Flashover ((n). The moment a conversation becomes real and alive, which occurs when a spark of trust shorts out the delicate circuits you keep insulated under layers of irony, momentarily grounding the static emotional charge you’ve built up through decades of friction with the world. Electricity. a disruptivedischarge around or over the surface of a solid orliquid insulator. The moment of conflagration orcomplete incineration caused by super heated airor combustibles.)

Use at least 10 of the words to create a story or poem

The words can appear in an alternate form

Use the words in any order that you like.

Tag: Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie and Wordle

 Ballet of levitation her legs latch my eyes.   I’m turned heliotrope to the Sun.  Harmony to passion.  The need is inseparable.  Heat becomes flashover. Upon her iridescent gaze, I reduce to media bit.

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The Knife

The Knife you twist

It’s just my soul 

It’s only my feelings 

The knife you twist 

Harbors memories long lost 

Yesterday’s when tomorrow counted 

The Knife you twist 

reinforces childhood never leaves some 

pain is a commodity of empty love 

The Knife you twist 

no longer bares wounds within me 

The blood is drained, tears are 

The Knife you twist 

The only object that shows your feelings 

I hope you have memories still 

 The Knife you twist 

Makes your the perfect victim 

From your perfect lonely hand 

Petrified Forest/Painted Desert – Exploring My World 

I was a tree 211 Million years ago

211 Million years ago, this was a tree.  Today it’s an eighty foot long fossil.  Now there are only a few hundred full size and thousands of partial tress here. For $20 pass that is good for a week you get this and the Painted Desert too.

The basics are during the rise of the dinosaurs life was a forest here.  Shallow water with a prefect muddy low oxygen shallow waterway… add millions of years and here you are.  This area resembles the Badlands with color.  It’s in a barren open meadow landscape.  Although fairly flat, the dry area and erosion of heavy winter moisture has made for a.surreal world.

There are multiple visit centers.  Plenty of history here.  Good displays of what preceeded Dinosaurs and the human impact.  This spreads over 30 miles of pavement.  Good for all ages.  You walk among the petrified trees.  People sit on a Triassiac tree for family pictures!

Ok eye candy below

Spring brings color
Random piece of 500 lbs of petrified wood
The teepees
Most Northern part of Painted Desert

This piece of paradise is an hour from Flagstaff and three hours south of the Grand Canyon.  I40 runs through the Northern part and Holbrook, AZ had food half hour away.