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Sunshine
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Dream Scrapes Tabasco was comfortable, fitting welcome around Konrad, holding him like a woman’s gloved hand, soft warmth encircling, with perfumed promise of lackadaisical nights. He stayed a day longer just ahead of a night stranger than any of a long time. It had been awhile since he had thought of Jackson, but now the young man’s face hung over him in the sultry night, and he thought back to earlier morning, when Jackson had started to intrude on his thoughts, back there on that road, where tropical terminalia and bari trees loomed high overhead, but Konrad had felt as if he had tramping down the dusty road leading to Buffalo Grove, his heart sounds beating in his ears with every footfall. Off in the distance he could hear steer and pigs, but when a flock of turkey crossed the road, for a minute, he was transported back home. He thought of Dana, a brief moment of cacao eyes smiling into his, as he sat quietly in the small café, a chorote settling his stomach as the young woman who had served him, had promised. Dana did not anticipate his arrival, not expecting him for another month or so, and Konrad wondered if internal circles that had been spinning, which he had been pondering recently was working to bring him back, full circle, to Jackson. A bit of him was wondering if he wanted to scrape this kettle before it boiled over, because the wall against emotion’s tide had long dammed back the tides, and he wasn’t sure if Tabasco had ever seen a storm like the one cresting inside. His thoughts began to become as entangled as if lianas were growing through them, choking his look into the past, or the future. He pushed the childhood drink away, motioned to the waitress, ordered Tequila and wondered why his mother’s walls seemed to be closing in. The night stretched long ahead of him, and he had heard that the ocelots prowled this area, their skin moving like engorged snakes, and he wondered why he felt no fear. But he decided to spend one last strange night in Tabasco, and waited to see if calendar circles would swing him back to Buffalo Grove. [This message has been edited by Sunshine (02-24-2003 09:34 PM).] |
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Nightshade 
since 2001-08-31
Posts 13962just out of reach |
Karilea - you've got me hooked. Can't wait for the next edition. hugs, Chris "Hope" is the thing with feathers- |
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Janet Marie Member Laureate
since 2000-01-22
Posts 18554 |
Ahhhhhh...the webs begin to weave together... very very cool intricasies and imagery here Kari.... OH DUNCAN..... I do belive Jackson has been qued  Where the touch of lovers end and the soul of friends begin, |
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JamesMichael Member Empyrean
since 1999-11-16
Posts 33336Kapolei, Hawaii, USA |
Enjoyed...James |
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garysgirl
since 2002-09-29
Posts 19237Florida, USA |
Very interesting, Karilea...  "Love makes the world go around" |
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Mysteria
since 2001-03-07
Posts 18328British Columbia, Canada |
Great stuff! I usually wait until the end to comment but then you think I am not reading it so I will say I am here there with you every once in a blue moon Duncan where are you? |
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Cpat Hair
since 2001-06-05
Posts 11793 |
your words continue to weave the patterns and the web. Stepping each leg one on to the right strand..snaring us and our attention... now... why in Tabasco... do the thoughts suddenly turn to a place long ago and many miles away hope to be resolved or to find closure.... story teller... you have your words cut out for you... let me see the cards you hold in reserve... I'm calling your hand. |
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Sunshine
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
Ah, Duncan needs to place his bet first, Cap'n... |
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Duncan Member Ascendant
since 2001-08-07
Posts 5455 |
As daunting as the task of following this... (damn Kari...in a good way  )I'm working on it!!!!! |
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Duncan Member Ascendant
since 2001-08-07
Posts 5455 |
'A bit of him was wondering if he wanted to scrape this kettle before it boiled over, because the wall against emotion’s tide had long dammed back the tides, and he wasn’t sure if Tabasco had ever seen a storm like the one cresting inside. His thoughts began to become as entangled as if lianas were growing through them, choking his look into the past, or the future. He pushed the childhood drink away, motioned to the waitress, ordered Tequila and wondered why his mother’s walls seemed to be closing in.' Forgot to mention...love this part. Oh and, I believe you're hands been called... |
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majnu
since 2002-10-13
Posts 1088SF Bay Area |
you always have this wonderful pastoral feel to your work. its as if your heart never left the feilds and countryside you write of. its quite refreshing to read. -majnu |
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Brad Majors
since 2001-04-03
Posts 2647Georgia |
Very comforting feel to it |
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Dark Angel Member Patricius
since 1999-08-04
Posts 10095 |
Jeez I've missed so much. absolutely wonderful Karilea. M xx The clouds never expect it when it rains, but the sea, changes colours, but the sea, does not change. |
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