Please Speak Well of Me When I’m Gone, a 397 word short story
October 11, 2012
I had the strangest dream, where I was back together with K!!! We were together in this hotel room, packing our stuff, which was a lot, and getting ready to ride on a plane somewhere (what else does he do these days, but ride on planes!). It was as though we were back together, after all these years,…
I wanted to run upon the moors with tears streaming down my face.
She treated him as if he were a rajah, wearing a satin robe and slippers.
Don’t ever marry an accountant.
You’ll laugh, but I cried.
Her radar had failed her over and over again.
Men were tricky.
She danced the samba, then the tango, in the arms of a smelly Russian with piercing blue eyes who fancied himself a ladies’ man.
Opening editorial message for Truth, the magazine, 1st draft:
First off, my name is not really Kimberly Townsend Palmer. It is, or rather, should be, Kimberly Townsend Pomikala. Pomikala is a Bohemian name, which my father was born with but which was changed by his family not too long after he started school in Arcadia, California. It was changed because one fine, sunny day he came home in tears…
Originally posted on Kimberly Townsend Palmer:
The Healer and I
Fay, the healer and I, the subject, both consult my body in its entirety. Fay directs me to examine the sensations within this body, the instrument of change I have placed upon her table. There is first the feeling of water dripping, ice melting, inside the body. The dripping is insistent, patient, slow. The water is flowing…
Originally posted on iblogstr8sicit’s Blog:
“If you pick up a starving dog and make him prosperous he will not bite you. This is the principal difference between a dog and man.”
Published from iblogstr8sicit.WordPress.com
[by Dawna Bowles (C)2014]
Originally posted on poetreecreations.org:“If you love and get hurt, love more.
If you love more and hurt more, love even more.
If you love even more and get hurt even more, love some more
until it hurts no more …”
Harder to write and to read than prose, but poetry
expresses far more elegantly, passionately
and emotively than one may ever, hopefully,
aspire to … prosaically.
A form of written…
Originally posted on Ito ang Kuwento ko (This is my Story):
Teach us to be gentle instead of always anger,
Teach us to be humbled and learn not to be bitter,
Teach us to care and value sanctity of marriage,
Teach us to carry each other to the days of old age.
Teach us to decide and think as one body,
Teach us to treat the marriage as holy.
Teach us to raise our…
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