Up-to-date (only 49 minutes late!)-Haiku

To My Wife's Students

I don't know you, but I've heard things for better or worse, Of who you are and how you do. You're on her mind when you succeed, or when you're blind, and when the world makes you bleed. I wish you the best and she is it. She doesn't wish, she further commits. She has children of her body, you are children of her soul. Never forget that your success is ultimately her goal. She will sometimes challenge, she knows what you can do. Don't do it for her, she'll just defer. She's in it because of you. She might give a push if you needed it today or quietly ask out of earshot "Is everything okay?" There's a depth in her that you don't know, but if you listen carefully, you'll hear the echo of all that you might be.

Toothache

Her tooth swelled to cartoonish sizes, pushing others out of the way and sinking a chainsaw deep into her gray matter. It lengthened, piercing her brain and erupting through the back of her skull. A throbbing pain echoes through her body, riding her nerves like electric death through a power line. The frayed ends of the heavy electric cord were buried there in the small space between her teeth and deeper, pouring 10 million volts of pain into her very soul. The tiny evil bone, unrelenting in its persecution, begins to vibrate. Her molars clatter and they are made of glass. Every click of her jaws sends a fresh scream to her lips. She digs her long fingernails into her eyeballs, but the distraction is momentary as the earthquake in her mouth comes to a violent head. Some unseen force ignites the tooth in white hot fire, she can taste her searing gums. The flames spread, and soon her throat is engulfed and she blisters her lungs with ...

Outer Space Adventure Saga NOTES

Hello Reader. I'm not writing a new chapter this time, sorry. I had a few more plans for my characters than made it to the page, but I hit a mental stopping point. Tonight, I think I figured out why. I sat and let my mind wander, intentionally and with some difficulty keeping my phone in my pocket while I smoked on my front porch. After everyone else in the house is asleep my mind goes to creative efforts if I don't have any occupation for the evening. I thought about the story I've begun here, and each time I thought about one of the chapters, I wanted to go back and change things. This is not unusual, as each chapter has been prodded a few too many times to mention. Each time I read it I can't help but go in and adjust something. Tonight I was looking at the big picture though, and I have decided to reset the story from the very beginning. I'm going to go into (and ramble about) some of the changes I was thinking about. If you have rea...

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