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August 11th, 2009
"Liberated"* To Children of Both Sexes: I desire for you to be Liberated from thinking . . . "it's a man's world" and "clothes make the man or woman.” Liberated from inane magazines screaming you must be a beautiful (whose idea?), single digit dress size image of their models, and BLOND. Liberated . . . from the corset of low self-esteem that holds in your spirit; from the words can't, should and shouldn't ; from compromising your values in exchange for seductive temptations of popularity, money, position; from the false notion you must always be the best. Liberated . . . to do what you truly enjoy. * Released; freed

August 11th, 2009
"Liberated"* To Children of Both Sexes: I desire for you to be Liberated from thinking . . . "it's a man's world" and "clothes make the man or woman.” Liberated from inane magazines screaming you must be a beautiful (whose idea?), single digit dress size image of their models, and BLOND. Liberated . . . from the corset of low self-esteem that holds in your spirit; from the words can't, should and shouldn't ; from compromising your values in exchange for seductive temptations of popularity, money, position; from the false notion you must always be the best. Liberated . . . to do what you truly enjoy. * Released; freed

August 11th, 2009
Our hillbilly family from around the corner are in the habit of collecting animals and then neglecting them. We call this family The Ducks because of their idiosyncratic gait. Usually waddling along the side walk in single file, they look like parade floats on a windy day. Sometimes Carlos, their tabby cat drops by for dinner. He is friendly, polite and well mannered and gets along with our cat Badger. One day I may bring him into the house after a prolonged flea dip and a visit to the vets which is more than I can say for The Ducks.

October 8th, 2008
The ancient cemetery was hidden deep in the rich forest. It had been centuries since she’d heard the footsteps of humankind stir her awake.

Her white marble sarcophagus was nestled at the base of great tree, whose roots embraced the entry. Shards of sunlight burst through the cracks, temporarily blinding her sapphire black vampire eyes. Even in the semi-darkness, her beauty shined.

The poisonous serpents wrapped around her for protection slithered away at her command, releasing her from her self created bondage.

The faint heartbeat in her chest began to pound in anticipation of the possibility of quenching her ravenous thirst.



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