Poetic Stress in Postcards 4
- May 10, 2016, 1:39 p.m.
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- Public
Sunset Cliffs.
I really want my pieces to have a punch line at the end. A “sock-it-to-‘em” line that leaves you with your mouth ajar. I’m not quite getting that element of surprise lately. The meanness, yes, a twist or two, but not surprise. To make it worse, I am writing about family members….dead, but loved by some. So I don’t feel comfortable waving my opinions in family members faces.
Say, “Hey, here’s my take on a really nasty man.” Nope.
- Himself: Yes, this word is a link to his blog. He’s really enjoying netflix. Putting up with me. Gym, work, put up with me. What more could I want.
- Herself: If I could forget it today, I have forgotton it. I saved my watch, and only after a real struggle found one of two flyers and got it posted online.
- Reading: First Woman: The grace and power of America’s Modern First Ladies
- Gratitudes: That I lost another couple of pounds.
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