Susan, this is a lovely drabble. I think the phrase "my superior brain" might alienate a reader, though, unless it was meant to be self-mocking.
I am such a slacker. I can't seem to summon 100 words on any given subject these days. Am working on it.
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Beverly - Feb 14, 2005 7:57:01 pm PST #9885 of 10001
Days shrink and grow cold, sunlight through leaves is my song. Winter is long.
Susan W. - Feb 14, 2005 8:00:06 pm PST #9886 of 10001
Good Trouble and Righteous Fights
Hmm. I meant that my brain is superior to my heart, not that it's superior to all the other brains. How to reword..... t ponders
...and it's edited.
Beverly - Feb 14, 2005 8:39:31 pm PST #9887 of 10001
Days shrink and grow cold, sunlight through leaves is my song. Winter is long.
So much better, Susan. The added sentence is very revealing and poignant.
deborah grabien - Feb 14, 2005 8:58:37 pm PST #9888 of 10001
It really doesn't matter. It's just an opinion. Don't worry about it. Not worth the hassle.
Liese, I love that lyric. It scans like a dream. But I think you need one more verse, since you're starting and ending with chorous.
erikaj - Feb 15, 2005 4:18:26 am PST #9889 of 10001
Always Anti-fascist!
I liked it too, but perhaps that's like, duh, coming from...well, I would say a cop groupie, but they are such hard-living hard-drinking skanks that that gives me a total wig. And "heart" is giving me a lot of images...we'll see what kind comes up first.
Jesse - Feb 15, 2005 4:35:04 am PST #9890 of 10001
Sometimes I trip on how happy we could be.
OK, I know this isn't my place, but I'd be psyched if a jock or someone would write a drabble with "the kid's got heart." I just don't have it in me.
erikaj - Feb 15, 2005 6:28:05 am PST #9891 of 10001
Always Anti-fascist!
The first thing you have to do is get down through the layers. You have to strip it to find the best part. The first ones are the biggest, but still quite a nibble in melted butter(or if your quest for the heart is greater than concern for yours, mayonnaise) I love to bite down on tender green leaves.And this noble thistle, that when it grows has a blossom O’Keefe like and impressive enough to make even indifferent me pause, is not through with surprises. The only vaguely unpleasant part is scraping out the fuzz, which offers the novelty of showing that your thistle-colored crayon didn’t lie, all those years ago.(It really is a pretty purple) The perfect heart is firm without being hard and soft without being mushy. It’s a pleasure to put in your mouth.
ETA: Hee. This reads like "Sometimes an Artichoke is Just An Artichoke" sort of. What is it about writing about food makes me get sluttish?
deborah grabien - Feb 15, 2005 6:57:15 am PST #9892 of 10001
It really doesn't matter. It's just an opinion. Don't worry about it. Not worth the hassle.
An artichoke drabble!
(loving erika madly)
erikaj - Feb 15, 2005 7:01:24 am PST #9893 of 10001
Always Anti-fascist!
Thanks! I love them.(And it was a real pleasure to watch one grow. Mom had one at her old house.)
Amy - Feb 15, 2005 8:04:55 am PST #9894 of 10001
Because books.
Bouncing...
I got two good reviews for my novella in the anthology that's coming out March 5 (Wicked Women Whondunit)! What with the sinus infection from hell and real-life stuff making me crazy-busy, it was very nice news to get, and I just wanted to share.
Loving the drabbles. Susan, yours really hit me. I need to do this topic, but I'm soooo stuffy and headachey.
Bounces off, trying not to sneeze...