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cowboy – 2suddenfiction
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February 22, 2015. February 25, 2015. The traveler comes leads the horse to the well drink and refresh amigo. Dust lays thick upon the man’s serape. The way is hard, the sun hot. Birds of death keep watch. Astride the splintered fence, bastard crows scream and heckle. The Zuni ghosts laugh and taunt. Hombre, no mescal or women here, the winds whisper; dust devils dance, mirages shimmer. The shadow of the owl glides so near. A snake spirit whips among the prickly pear. Only the well breathes life.
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Lil Bastards – 2suddenfiction
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May 9, 2015. May 4, 2015. By G K. Brannen. Bastards. The air is cool spring is upon the land. The gardens are growing vines along the fence pod and bloom. The azalea’s color has gone; the Dogwood takes its place. The sun warms Box turtles mate. I opened the door and entered. The second thing I saw that little face, and his eyes were screaming, ALARM! Dance And, his little member stuck: Stuck! Stuck; like an aircraft landing on an aircraft carrier at sea: wire caught, clamped, halted, maintaining an abrup...
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At 65 . life is good! I've managed to retire early, got an associates degree and headed toward being "educated". Odd . the turns your life takes! I tell others, I've received lots of certs from my working years, but the official "big school" diploma has always eluded me. I look forward to tomorrow! Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:. Address never made public). You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. ( Log Out.
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Gators on the Half-Shell – 2suddenfiction
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April 25, 2015. April 23, 2015. Gators on the Half-Shell. The seasons of youth were upon us bullet proof and rambunctious. We ran around chasing gators on the half-shell. We use to hunt alligators, at night, with a flash light, and our bear hands. We were just boys then, testosterone filled, invaders of the galaxy masters of our universe. South Georgia in the sixties; we had. Jim Beam, the Friday night lights, and girlfriends that were a bother. We wanted more! Leave a Reply Cancel reply. You are comment...
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writing – 2suddenfiction
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May 9, 2015. May 4, 2015. By G K. Brannen. Bastards. The air is cool spring is upon the land. The gardens are growing vines along the fence pod and bloom. The azalea’s color has gone; the Dogwood takes its place. The sun warms Box turtles mate. I opened the door and entered. The second thing I saw that little face, and his eyes were screaming, ALARM! Dance And, his little member stuck: Stuck! Stuck; like an aircraft landing on an aircraft carrier at sea: wire caught, clamped, halted, maintaining an abrup...
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“Scarred Flesh” …. – 2suddenfiction
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January 11, 2015. January 11, 2015. 8220;Scarred Flesh” …. By G K. Brannen. On the chassis, on the floor,. The broken drive-line lying at an awkward angle beneath the tranny. Split skin on the knuckles grease is everywhere. Dirt, grim, and an endless stream of cuss words all come into play when a rebuild is ordered on a Dodge Super-Bee Hemi; the muscle car: big, bad, and fast as hell. The big Hurst V-Gate In-line 2: a High Pistol Grip speed shifter for a perfect hookup. Dig dig hard;. Lament at Poor Robin.
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nature – 2suddenfiction
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May 9, 2015. May 4, 2015. By G K. Brannen. Bastards. The air is cool spring is upon the land. The gardens are growing vines along the fence pod and bloom. The azalea’s color has gone; the Dogwood takes its place. The sun warms Box turtles mate. I opened the door and entered. The second thing I saw that little face, and his eyes were screaming, ALARM! Dance And, his little member stuck: Stuck! Stuck; like an aircraft landing on an aircraft carrier at sea: wire caught, clamped, halted, maintaining an abrup...
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May 9, 2015. May 4, 2015. By G K. Brannen. Bastards. The air is cool spring is upon the land. The gardens are growing vines along the fence pod and bloom. The azalea’s color has gone; the Dogwood takes its place. The sun warms Box turtles mate. I opened the door and entered. The second thing I saw that little face, and his eyes were screaming, ALARM! Dance And, his little member stuck: Stuck! Stuck; like an aircraft landing on an aircraft carrier at sea: wire caught, clamped, halted, maintaining an abrup...
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poetry – 2suddenfiction
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April 25, 2015. April 23, 2015. Gators on the Half-Shell. The seasons of youth were upon us bullet proof and rambunctious. We ran around chasing gators on the half-shell. We use to hunt alligators, at night, with a flash light, and our bear hands. We were just boys then, testosterone filled, invaders of the galaxy masters of our universe. South Georgia in the sixties; we had. Jim Beam, the Friday night lights, and girlfriends that were a bother. We wanted more! April 18, 2015. April 17, 2015. As we pass,.