The scent of fermenting apples rises from the ground
Accompanied by the drunken humming of the bees.
Spotting a red orb half-hidden,
Grass gently brushes my knuckles as lifting it, I take a bite,
Savoring it’s sun-warmed sweetness.
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Natalie Wilkinson
Writing. Woven and Printed Textile Design. Architectural Drafting. Learning Japanese. Gardening. Not necessarily in that order.
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In breaking news, rehabilitated Republican Senator Johnnie Johnson (Pronouns: HE, HIM, HIS) called a press conference from the Men’s room of the New Orleans Louis Armstrong International Airport, Concourse B, across from the Ignatius Reilly’s Lucky Dog stand. The Senator had just returned from a sexual reorientation rehabilitation program in Memphis, TN after being publically disgraced at a Buckee’s Truckstop restroom soliciting sex from an undercover cop three months ago. He is a founding member of the Reformed Christians for Christ, a conservative, pro-family and ex-gay advocacy group. In the spirit of being reborn, Senator Johnson invited reporters to marvel at his plans for a major remodeling of airport bathrooms.
By Cathy Schieffelin5 days ago in Humor
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i love this piece
Beautiful! To take something so ordinary and give it a touch of something otherworldly, that's real talent 😊
Love the majesty you derive from something as simple as picking up a fallen apple! Lovely, stirring work, as ever, Natalie!