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I Remember...

A granddaughter speaks of her sweet memories. Forgive me if I've divided my verses incorrectly.

I remember the sweet scent of my grandmother, ginger and honey, her long gray braid swaying in the breeze streams of curling white on a gleaming silver ribbon. I remember the tiny cabin out in the woods, a quaint wooden box in the shape of a home; picture...

Summer

snoop on the radio

SummerWalking hand in hand.Two young lovers.Screach of gulls overhead.Stolen kiss.Giggles looking at the dunes.Love blowing in from out to sea.Blanket and basket in the boot.Top down hair blowing in the sun.Snoop on the radio.Back before dusk.Two young lo...

I'm sure you don't remember the first time we met. I say "met"; it was but a brief moment in which two strangers passed each other by, one barely noticing the other, if at all, but leaving an unmistakably profound impression on him—on me. No, I am certain...

Ride No More

The sun keeps him company.

The sky’s blue-gray – opaque and oppressive. The clouds can’t even seem to stand up to it, because they’re ghostly – unreal – their dark bottoms devoured by that steely background. Heh. Have to remember that. Sounds like a good opening for a story. I’ve g...

The Burn of Summer Light

Seasons Spent Pondering; Part 3

I can feel it on my skin, the tantalizing, life-giving heat from the sun above me. My skin dries, burns, blisters, reflecting my mind much more than seldom-spoken words or actions could ever hope to achieve. I watch the red peel, revealing darkened skin b...

The Swimming Hole

The swimming hole days of yore.

Every day in the summer People flock to The swimming hole To hang out with family And friends. All of the kids Populate the area And have fun. Jumping off the tire swing And diving into the pond Laughing and telling jokes Until one day A kid got hurt And...

Doughball Boy and The Bakeryboo Finding You Summer Holiday

What does a doughball turn into when he Finds Himself?

This story only available on Stories SpaceOnce upon time, in the land of Bakeryboo, there was a little town called Puddington. At the northern end of Puddington, was Apple Tart Lane. And at the end of Apple Tart Lane, was a little house called Plum Puddin...

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Unreal Summer

The unreal summer in my mind

To the moon I said for our summer recess if for no other reason than to feel weightlessness We'll jump over a crater and grab some moon rocks as souvenirs. But, said the boss the cost is high the risk is great and the temperature is oh so low at night Why...

Soulful Kiss

A Captivating Invite

Riverside hills, warm summer night Your hand extended, a simple invite To where you lead, I will follow Many lights, loud noise, laughter This place is alive with music Colors blaze across the sky Animals adorn the corners Of the makeshift booths Two tick...

Torquay

The other side of life in a sea-side town.

It takes a while to wake up. Consciousness has to wade through swirling fudge before it arrives for duty, as do new thoughts and last night's recollections. My bloodless legs have been elevated, for some hours, at an acute angle against the opposite wall...

The sun has setHumidity has notPeople gatheredOn their porchesListening to music.Couples enjoying the nightKnowing summer's comingTo a close.A cool breeze comes through Bringing down the humidity.People go back into Their air-conditioned homesFor game nig...

The hot sunWarms my skinSky-blue heavens,Not a cloud in sight.Birds chirping awayIn their bird languageChildren chasing The ice cream truckFamilies gathered togetherFor a cookout in the parkBeach goers swimming inThe rivers, lakes and Swimming holes.As fo...

The Raft

Memories of summer can last forever

"I can't!" My voice, high and strident, carries out across the water."Sure you can; come on, try." My sister's voice, low and calm, comes to me clearly."No, I can't.""But you did last year."Last year. Perhaps. But this is now, and I know I cannot do it. I...