#33 words

My sensibility is like a pond

At the onset of the colder days;

It’s hard to tell it’s frozen over

Until you apply pressure,

At which point - 

More often than not - 

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The Trifecta Challenge this week:

“Plenty of times over the past two and a half years, we’ve given you the beginning of a story and asked for you to complete it.  This time, we are giving you the end, and we are asking you to start it for us.  We want 33 words in addition to and preceding the following: That wasn’t what I meant.”

- See more at: http://www.trifectawritingchallenge.com/#sthash.sLQsB…

The third girl who came to mow my yard did a neat job then took me inside. She left me with sheets full of grass clippings and three tiny pinecones (under my pillow).

[xnihilo] Trifextra challenge

What to do with a hilltown evening’s laced jasmine light? Fold it carefully into your mind. Fly with it. In stunned flatlands, under the scorched shroud of a suffocated summer, unpack it. Breathe.

[xnihilo]

Trifecta challenge – summer in 33 words.

33 Words has been a riveting adventure for the blogger behind each word. 33 Words is merging with Collar City Rev to explore some fuller adventures in the land of the living. 33Memorial Writing in 33 words is practice for me to not thrash the gift of language. In our word world, writing 33 draws from the cadence of conversation, the coveted chalice of crystallized communication.

Ever been tortured by the chronic chatter of people stuck in the orbit of self speak? Talking about everything, but saying nothing. Bleeding internally, you remain courteous, choosing unconsciousness over such verbal vanity.