A ceiling fan turns-
shadows spin over my head,
I am still breathing
About the Creator
Pamela Williams
“Suppose I had wings like the dawning day and flew across the ocean. Even then your powerful arm would guide and protect me.”
— Psalm 139:9–10, Contemporary English Version (CEV)
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Lightning Never Strikes Twice
The distant rumble, the sudden deluge, the crescendo of sound, the flash of light, the explosive energy — it never gets old. I became an amateur storm chaser about two years ago. My wife, Cindy suggested it. Sort of. She said, "Alex, you know this cancer is killing me. I've come to terms with that, but you're smothering me. Go join a band, write a book, or become a storm chaser, for all I care. I love you, but you need a hobby."
By Julie Lacksonen6 days ago in Fiction
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Hi Pam & Bill - So how you doin' ~ Yes, I picked up a lot of mafia lingo with my silly 'Wise~Guy' SchtickStory. Never been much for ceiling fans - housekeeper complains re; cleaning it. But, good fly swatter..! MzUz..! Jk.in.l.a.
There's something very mesmerising in watching those blades spin. Loved your poem!