The Stove
The stove takes kindling first. Three pieces of pine, split thin, arranged in a triangle. Then the firelighter. Then wait.
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The stove takes kindling first. Three pieces of pine, split thin, arranged in a triangle. Then the firelighter. Then wait.
I clean the windows on Wednesdays. Vinegar and newspaper, the way my mother taught me. The canal water leaves a film that builds up slow, like everything here.
The paddles on Isis Lock stick. Always the same one, north side, needs your full weight on the windlass before it budges. I know this lock.
The kettle whistles at five forty-three. Same time every morning because I fill it the same amount and the gas ring takes exactly four minutes and I wake at five thirty-nine.
I am re-coiling the stern line when my hands decide to remember. It happens like this. The hemp runs through my palms...
I've so much that I have always wanted to be able to say. I'm not so bothered that no one wants or needs to read or listen to them.
Good morning to you all ....and Happy Mothers Day to the mummies out there. X This week I would like you to try (again) a piece of reflective writing. It can be verse, rhyme or a piece of prose.
Back in the 1970s when men were men and pandas were pandas and not nearly as endangered as they are today, people were allowed to smoke cigarettes in public without the fear of being shot by people...
(I hope the woman this is for isn't on Opuss ... I'm sure I'd know though because my mum would have been told "oh, my friend uses that too!" ... Wouldn't she. ...
A nice quote if you love dogs like I do. “A dog has no use for fancy cars, big homes, or designer clothes. A water logged stick will do just fine.
Chapter 1 (continued) The gates of that great vessel of peculiarities had been a part of me from such an early age that I know not where a vaguely normal sense of existence, experienced as a babe...
#acrostic M y best friend and mother, A strong and independent woman, never needed a man ever.
Hello again, and today is Monday, January 21, 2013. Today is also Martin Luther King Jr. Day. It's a good day to remember the all of what Mr.
'...the Tarmac' shorts were something I came up with some time ago, around the beginning of when I first came into the Opuss community.
#opussweeklychallenge Hello you. It's New Year's Day, so Happy New Year. Just a quick note to let you know what's coming up in 2012. Well, you'll remain married. All year, which is good. And work.
Inspiration. A graceful, impetuous word. Grants and feeds us lyrics for constructions of art, expressions of the human soul. But as to where it comes from. Everywhere-everything.
Being disabled comes with its ups and its downs whether you have a mild disability like dyslexia or a very clear one like needing a wheelchair. No one should be bullied because they are different.
Wednesday, January 4, 2006 The morning snuck in like a thief enveloped in fog and stole something precious from my life. It took my pillar of wisdom and my lighthouse - it took my grandma.
Dear 2012, I'm sad to see you go, for despite our differences, we actually had some good times. I know we started off thinking it would be okay but it didn't last did it.
Ok, well let me start by saying that I am probably not your normal everyday guy who comes onto a website like this and starts writing. I've been around and done some stuff if you know what I mean.
I remember the day you came. A lonesome cat without a name. At first we shooed you away, but you always came back to stay. As time flew by, we let you stay.
I've made a decision.
(Inspired by my ex's heartbreaking story about her family). Every December. Until winter 2005. All of our family. Traditions survived. Early we'd write lists. Decorations put up.
Ellie Badger, BADGIE- my bestest friend ever. You are my best friend, all ways have been, all ways will be. We've got so many memories it's unbelievable. Bonfire, parties, school, BUM BAKERS.