We know where we want to go, sometimes, but never know exactly where we’ll end up; fate drives the car, while our hands spin idly on a toy steering wheel.
Tag: One-Sentence Poems
Changing Stations
Time changes things, whether they want to change or not.
To share is human:
The Next Morning
The next morning, she arose and dressed for a funeral with a heart full of sadness; only she wanted to wear bright earrings and bring her cat, both of which are typically frowned upon.
To share is human:
No Reference
Like many lovers, he had a hard time imagining she was having thoughts that had no reference to him, and, in that way, became jealous even of her insecurities.
To share is human:
One Winter’s Day
I drove out to this beach one winter’s day to find it completely empty, marveling at the magnificent beauty and the sublimity of solitude, only to step on a used condom as I walked back to my car.
To share is human:
Two-Person Selfie
It would seem disingenuous for bloggers, many of whom practice a form of daily verbal selfies, to object to the photographic practice that goes by the same name; nevertheless, somewhere between vanity and envy is the realization that people used to have to find strangers to take their pictures, and often did.
Inspired by a Rarasaur post on Selfies that appeared here and here. – Owen
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The Metamorph
People who saw him on the street thereafter commented that he’d either lost weight or done something different with his hair; however, he knew that his transformation into a scrappy badger had been so seamless, few would be able to put it into words unless it was pointed out to them.
To share is human:
One-Sentence Poem, #1
So, this fantastically talented blogger linked to several of my pieces, and I was so proud, I went to show my wife: however, the post is gone and there’s no evidence it was ever there, and my wife is now looking at me piteously like maybe I’ve been working too hard for too many hours and having delusions of relevance.
