tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-75562077944523426432024-03-05T06:24:15.882-05:00The ClemsteadA place heavy with history and screaming for new thoughts.Nakoahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07796417207594265031noreply@blogger.comBlogger31125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7556207794452342643.post-35575176550473507392013-09-10T15:26:00.000-04:002013-09-10T15:26:35.944-04:00Mag 185: An Outing
“Ronnie,
please don’t touch that”, we’d only been here for 30 minutes and I was already
exhausted. Ronnie kicked the trash can in the corner of the room. “How come Dad
didn’t have to come?” “Oh, don’t worry Ronnie after tonight Daddy will be
wishing he did come with us.” I replied back through a toothy smile.
“Stephie, I
can’t read the small print under that painting can you tell me what itNakoahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07796417207594265031noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7556207794452342643.post-84482553254531626962013-09-07T23:02:00.001-04:002013-09-07T23:02:44.848-04:00TOMW: Flash Fiction Friday- The Longer I Stared
The
longer I stared the lines between him and I blurred. Was it male? Of course it
was. This wasn’t spring or summer where the little ones were running around and
Mom needed to keep an eye on things.
Winter had already started throwing its weight around by
coating the deck in snow and ice. I didn’t have to break the deadlock in order
to see that because he was even darker up against the Nakoahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07796417207594265031noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7556207794452342643.post-13842985736698020482013-09-05T22:35:00.002-04:002013-09-06T21:59:45.388-04:00Mag 184: Up a Tree Without a Ladder
“So how long are you going to sit there? Is there any
valid reason why you think an adult your age should be climbing trees, bare
foot, in a dress, with a crown and fairy wings?” The bird muttered in squawking
tones.
The woman stared at the bird during its fit and finally
spoke in a small meek voice, “Dear friend of the forest, be at ease I misjudged
the height of this tree… have come to Nakoahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07796417207594265031noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7556207794452342643.post-55023973931957319282013-09-04T22:37:00.001-04:002013-09-05T15:01:33.443-04:00Death to the Asian Tiger Mosquito
I am morning the loss of warm weather as fall starts its
trek into our daily routines, but this year I might rally and start chanting “bring
on the cooler temps”. The only reason for this odd behavior is… no… don’t go
there is it not “she wants to get relief from hot flashes” sorry folks hate to
disappoint.
It is actually due to the mosquitoes, not just any old run of
the mill blood sucker Nakoahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07796417207594265031noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7556207794452342643.post-66489416408249379482013-06-19T23:10:00.000-04:002013-06-19T23:59:45.767-04:00Mag 173: Revealing Altitude
“Didn’t I warn you that you would float away with that many
balloons in your hand?” he grumbled through his teeth. “They are watching you
now… let’s try to convince them we are a circus act. All you need to do now is
point your toes and arch your back just a little bit more. Hurry they are
watching.” No response
“Dear Heart. Please smile… they are staring.” No response
“Look Dear, think Nakoahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07796417207594265031noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7556207794452342643.post-46193853293872514042013-06-15T20:31:00.001-04:002013-06-15T20:32:14.536-04:00Not Dead Yet
Yes…agreed it has been a very long time. Though not missed, I have been missing the
world where thoughts are scattered to the four winds in hopes that they land
somewhere and grow.
Time apart has been well spent in the pursuit of an education
(major bucket list item). As I write this post there are only 8.5 weeks left in
school and once done I will have a bachelor’s degree in IT as a Nakoahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07796417207594265031noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7556207794452342643.post-24505136241824540112013-06-15T18:58:00.000-04:002013-06-15T18:58:07.211-04:00Mag 172: Taking the Hit
“Master Thomas Fitzhugh!” the matriarch bellowed, “Come here
at once!”
An eight year old child slinks out from the back of the hen
house clothes and hand bedecked in all shades of color.
A foot starts tapping at a rapid pace on the hard dusty
ground threatening to produce its only little thunder cloud. A finger points to
the door of the plain abode with a full arm flourish.
“Didst Nakoahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07796417207594265031noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7556207794452342643.post-66124313097664245232010-10-27T13:30:00.000-04:002010-10-27T13:30:04.666-04:00Mag 37: Reflection Contemplation
Is it the reflection that is damaged or the real image?
Is it my perspective that is skewed or is it me?
How do I trust the reflection if what I see is not real?
How do I trust the real image if I do not see the flaws?
How do I fix the perspective if it is wrong?
How do I fix me?Nakoahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07796417207594265031noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7556207794452342643.post-42964094926029809812010-10-19T22:44:00.000-04:002010-10-19T22:44:45.152-04:00WI 25: UnleashRemove one link and you flood the land, while draining the sea.
Unleashed, the balance is skewed, tilted, and torn.
Nature and the force behind it, try to repair what you do not see.
Unleashed, you are the catalyst skewed, tilted, and torn.
Focus and move or be bound forever to your deeds.
Unleash, but act with control and not your selfish needs.Nakoahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07796417207594265031noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7556207794452342643.post-33770280143085208052010-10-17T10:01:00.000-04:002010-10-17T10:01:43.841-04:00Mag 36: Come hither…Come hither and play for you have no school today.
Come hither and see the leaves are more than green.Come hither and smell the smoke from banked fires.Come hither and feel the late season sun ebbing.
Come hither before fall ends and winter begins.Nakoahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07796417207594265031noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7556207794452342643.post-39927559419454580242010-10-14T23:04:00.000-04:002010-10-14T23:04:33.826-04:00WI Prompt #24: Then and NowI remember that tree so long ago;
I climbed it at age five.
It seemed so big and safe then;
now it looks all alone.
I remember those leaves so long ago;
vivid, green and alive.
They seemed crunchy and fresh then;
now they look all alone.
I remember that blue sky so long ago;
I’d watch soaring birds dive.
The clouds were white and vibrant then;
now they look all alone.
I remember Nakoahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07796417207594265031noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7556207794452342643.post-1785710887539593782010-10-10T23:39:00.000-04:002010-10-10T23:39:05.131-04:00Calling All Woolly Bears
Woolly Bear found on the Internet :)
I was sort of hoping that we would get a break this winter only to stumble onto woolly bear caterpillars that are ALL black fuzzy and fat. We have yet to find one that is banded.
While researching the black woolly situation I also found out that our extra large crop of acorns this year is also an indication of a hard winter. Say it Nakoahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07796417207594265031noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7556207794452342643.post-88739122407079069432010-10-10T08:59:00.000-04:002010-10-10T08:59:09.903-04:00Mag 35: KinderfallThe fourth-generation granddaughter skips into my kitchen.
“Grandma you promised we could do a project this week! What are we doing? Are we going to back pumpkin bread with chocolate chips? Are we going to string cinnamon sticks or pine cones?”
I smiled at her but inside I was groaning. Instead of an answer I really wanted to ask her if her other grandmother ever attempted any of these things Nakoahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07796417207594265031noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7556207794452342643.post-11741263134474356772010-10-05T20:21:00.000-04:002010-10-05T20:21:34.701-04:00Mag 34: Wickless AgesOnly two hours and I need to get this assignment done. Music on check, text book check, questions set for class check.
Down to business… the questions.
Assume you are a humanities instructor tasked with explaining the social role of the arts in the Middle Ages.
What are three relationships between the arts and Early Middle Ages culture you would want your students to know?
What are three Nakoahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07796417207594265031noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7556207794452342643.post-58694119878161487612010-09-26T18:15:00.000-04:002010-09-26T18:15:29.081-04:00Mag 33: Eau de Raid“Good Lord what is going on downstairs?
[Sniff, sniff, sniff]
Boys, what’s that smell?
Answer me and stop the glares!
Someone had better answer. Well?”
“Is it coming from a spill?
Is it coming from outside?
[Sniff, cough, sniff]
Is it coming from a landfill?
Answer me or I’ll tan your hide.”
“It saturates the air;
it clogs my nose.
Was this done on a dare?
[Cough, sniff, cough]
It closes my Nakoahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07796417207594265031noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7556207794452342643.post-41518570841893658152010-09-21T21:35:00.002-04:002010-09-21T21:39:12.810-04:00Mag 32: Granular 40sHolding on clinging to the side; I will not fall I will not abide.Let the grains fall to no avail; I will stay and watch them sail.Gravity will not take me I will cling; Let the others soar and sing.I want to stay up high;Fore it’s time I want to defy.Nakoahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07796417207594265031noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7556207794452342643.post-41206294354638001232010-09-13T21:18:00.003-04:002010-09-13T21:52:35.266-04:00Old Smokey or Just Old?I just finished Zum… baan’ now I’m all stiffgood think I can ty… paan’ finish this riff.Nakoahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07796417207594265031noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7556207794452342643.post-29708011086205234562010-09-13T08:40:00.003-04:002010-09-13T08:47:31.899-04:00Joined the MonkeysFor those of you who like to tell full stories head over to 'The Million Monkey' website. This writing project is free and allows you to collaborate with other's who like writing stories.Before you can start your own story you need to do some writing and earn the right to start a story. This allows to to get used to the format and interact with the website prior to hosting a storyline Nakoahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07796417207594265031noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7556207794452342643.post-59178126416527050662010-09-09T19:39:00.003-04:002010-09-09T20:24:41.670-04:00Mag 31: Nunsensical I do this every time, oh Lord when will I learn?It draws me to its beauty I come to the window to view its glorious splendor and BAM! I forget that the old oak tree has been removed and that one ray of sun reflects off of Sister Mary’s pie plate and right into my eyes. [I told her there was no need to scare off the birds from her garden this time of year.]Now all I see is spots! When will I Nakoahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07796417207594265031noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7556207794452342643.post-13163326141982720812010-09-09T18:59:00.004-04:002010-09-09T20:34:41.050-04:00Mag 30: A Vain Affair “Please are you serious? Fred, come on! Get that thing off of my magazine.”“It’s not poisoned move it yourself if you don’t like it.”“Your apple, not mine.”“Your magazine, not mine.”“Precisely Fred, my magazine why would you place that apple there after biting it and letting the juice get into the magazine?”“It was there and I needed to put it down. Look the bite mark isn’t even touching the Nakoahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07796417207594265031noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7556207794452342643.post-38576976088041577322010-09-09T18:50:00.006-04:002010-09-09T20:35:05.925-04:00Mag 29: Flutter and Flitter “It’s your turn”“Why me?”“Because if that little brat inside that house bangs on that window one more time I’m going to have a heart attack.” Flutter whined.“You’re too high strung.”“You’re my nest mate you should know that one.”“OK only one more time I hate messing with such good nectar and throwing it up just so you can feed your face.”“Flitter, once the kids goes away I’ll go myself. You Nakoahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07796417207594265031noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7556207794452342643.post-54340813080127072472010-08-22T20:41:00.003-04:002010-08-22T20:51:52.310-04:00The stork has landed In the whirl of beeping, tubes, and blue gowns another baby is born. This little guy, with a full head of hair to rival any girl, is Caleb. He was born just two days ago and has begun his travels into this world with his homemade “blankie”.Caleb is grandchild number three and will remain the youngest “grand” for some time. Here is to years of puppy chasing, bug catching, and gardening with us.Nakoahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07796417207594265031noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7556207794452342643.post-15928324799942914682010-08-18T19:10:00.011-04:002010-08-19T09:23:03.455-04:00Mag 28: This Lil Piggy's BathWine flows, tune blows, air blows, water flows Bubble slop, trouble stop, drip stop, slip slopToes jiggle, wiggies giggle, Willow’s giggle, piggies jiggle Lil Piggies jiggled,wiggled, slipped, slopped...all the way home.Nakoahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07796417207594265031noreply@blogger.com21tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7556207794452342643.post-35174716743139841962010-08-17T21:07:00.005-04:002010-08-18T18:39:38.841-04:00Mag27: As the Screw Turns“OK, who was the one that leaked?” Ti moaned.“I’m dry.” Pip piped in, “What about you Spots?”Spots moves one direction and back. “Nope enough thread here to hang a horse.”Ti started twitching, “I know that my fittings aren’t as tight as they used to be but you guys don’t seem to have a problem staying in.”“Will you guys stop? You’ll break me apart!” Bent L yells.All gets quiet as each take Nakoahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07796417207594265031noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7556207794452342643.post-29330345402825068112010-08-12T10:46:00.004-04:002010-08-12T11:24:08.214-04:00Farscape, Great Expectations & WoTI'm not exactly a Farscape virgin but it has been years since I had my first taste of the series that was pulled from the Sci-Fi channal in 2002. I started the series by borrowing a dear friend's (my Crichton without the romantic steam) collection and was forced to stop when out account was dropped for another customer support service.Recently, I became a member of Netflix and found that Nakoahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07796417207594265031noreply@blogger.com0