A Rude Awakening

… could be established as a benchmark … or a clarion call to … what?

an F is an

is an F

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an F is an F is an F

or another letter

a G is a G can be a G

 

 

or

what

0r where

do we go from here?

I remember my midterm grade in English my second year at Xavier; it wasn’t my first F but it was one of the ones that hurt the most ;; I was an English major; I was taking one of THE English courses taught by the head of the English  department ;;; rumor had it that if you wanted to continue as an English major in the School’s English department you had to – at least – pass those mysteriously key courses.  They owned equivalents in other departments … but the other departments didn’t matter to me.  The F I held in my hand did

 

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He Stared At The Gauntlet

as though there was meaning to it … beyond the challenge.  “I triple-dog-dare you!”  and there the meaning ended.  He dropped the glove – it was only a glove – and turned upon his heel.

are there bands of Cytorrek

Is there an Eye Of Agommotto? … really?

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Once More Into The Quick

he stood and stared at the woods ...

woods

they were there.  before him.  a challenge, a dare … a double-dog-dare … .  enter me, or be forever afraid; or enter me and be forever afraid … he took up the gauntlet.

trick or treaters abound ... even skirting the dark woods

mask and make-up

were they treaters or tricksters … hurrying about about the dark woods.  someone – was it one of them? – was calling to him.

he stared at the glove he held in his hand.  it conjured a memory – not unpleasantly … not of someone unpleasant

not unpleasant at all

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angel

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W2M – Great Blue Heron, or another dragon ?

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W2M – Dragons

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long ago – perhaps – or is it far away

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W2M – we have to find them first

the ground rules

Celeste and I went walking in Colorado … from the Commons to the Rowley Homestead.  We took a lot of pictures … of mountains, mostly, and trees.  We saw no marmets  … only a chipmunk who insisted on posi1ng for his closeup

well

several of them

and two token Mule Deer.  We were looking for Moose; we found a possessed car, instead … well … perhaps not possessed but merely casually haunted.

thinking on it

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