Reading Between the Lines

PHOTO PROMPT submitted by Courtney Wright. Photographer prefers to remain anonymous Reading Between the Lines By T. Delaplain Dear Trace, I cain’t get away this summer for a visit. Fox says the price of gas is gonna keep climbing. Ol’ Doc King gave me a new heart medicine, expensive, but I guess I need it.... Continue Reading →

Love You Long Time, Big Time

Photo credit to Jill Wisoff Love You Long Time, Big Time By T. Delaplain Camille teased the Marlboro to the corner of her mouth as a puff curled up her nose. She leaned over, in practiced seduction, straightening the seam in her fishnets and displaying her generous booty. “Must be the rain, men ain’t horny... Continue Reading →

The Wisdom to Ride

Photo credit to Douglas Mac Illroy The Wisdom to Ride by T. Delaplain “Dumb asses, sit on top of a tornado for 8 seconds and wonder why they is always broke. Broken wallets, broken bones, broken dreams.”  “Yup, I reckoned you’re right Daddy but he’s here to pick me up anyway.” The sight of the... Continue Reading →

A Broken Parish

Photo credit @YarnSpinner A Broken Parish by T. Delaplain Sweat dripped between my breasts and no amount of fanning would release me from the heat’s hellish grasp. “That ‘lectric fan been broke since you left home,” my starched aunt sniffed as she marched past me with another bacon scented casserole. The rotting porch sagged under... Continue Reading →

Nothing Quite As Sweet

Photo Credit @ Fatima Falkier Deria Nothing Quite As Sweet By T. Delaplain She worried a dried fleck of white from the lilac tulle; nothing quite as sweet as wedding frosting or bridesmaid’s couture. Still wet from the kisses and caresses hidden beneath yards of satin and tulle she ached for their reunion. How long... Continue Reading →

A New Circus

Photo credit @J.S.Brand A New Circus by T. Delaplain They say you can’t run away from yourself. Maybe not, but you can leave the circus. I suppose you posted on Facebook, “My love, missing since ...” Since you rearranged my face the last time. There's no internet, so who gives a shit? I cook, clean,... Continue Reading →

Always a Widow

I’ve been lost in Baja, Mexico, enjoying the sun and sand, sometimes wasting paper writing tall tales, sometimes cooking for strays at MyBajaKitchen.com. La Señora took a liking to Sarah’s photo and insisted on living another 100 words. Here’s her web of intrigue. La Señora came to me at a run down clam shack; feet... Continue Reading →

History Tailgates

A return to civility? One can’t lose hope. Here is Senator Flake’s speech concerning the train wrecked state of American politics. It’s worth a read.

ironwoodwind

I’ve tried over the years to resist the siren call to blog incessantly, to ‘build followers’, or to waste your time with endless static. You deserve that respect. I post when there’s something worth saying, fueled by an emotion or an idea that I’ve felt strongly about.

What follows is the text of a speech given this week by Senator Jeff Flake of Arizona which I believe will come to be remembered as a pivotal moment in American history.  I believe this speech should be read by as many citizens of this planet as possible because it speaks truth to power and is a perfect example of the jeweled bearings upon which the destiny of nations turn. The ‘media’ will do with it what various editors decide; pro or con, up or down, yes or no, depending on who writes the paychecks. Pay no attention to them. Read for yourself…

View original post 2,476 more words

The Last Song

Photo inspiration from Doug MacIIroy The Last Song By T. Delaplain The noose tightened and her singing fell silent. The gilded cage tarnished under years of demands and obedience. He was a wise one, no marks were ever seen on her beautiful body, her soul however kept the tally. The last song, the last punishment,... Continue Reading →

Blog at WordPress.com.

Up ↑

%d bloggers like this: