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Janna Hill
Author
TBT (A Poem & A Picture)
A Little More Time was written in 1980 something, originally published in Pose Prose & Poems in 1998 and republished in the 2017 poetic memoir called Getting Me Back
A Little More Time
There’s an eagle out there soaring
And my best friend is out whoring
Turning tricks of any kind
Doing anything to make a dime
God forgive her for the crime
All she needs is a little more time.
On the roof three stories high
A junky cries and begs to die
Ain’t had a fix in several days
Swears he can’t go on this way
Across the street a church bell chimes
Grant us please a little more time.
An old man sick and dying
Alone with no one crying
He grieves for all the pain he’s caused
For all the people that he’s lost
Outside the window painted mimes
All rushing for a little more time
A woman labors down the hall
Her anguish echoes through the wall
But soon a laughter takes its place
When she looks upon the baby’s face
For a moment all is sublime
As we are given a little more time
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Tuesday’s Tell-All (I’m Just Not that Good at Being Smart)
I tend to lag in technology, often years behind the rest of the civilized world. I never claimed to be tech-savvy or even civilized, okay?
Truth is I only got a “smart phone” this year for lack of choices. I went kicking and screaming into the “smart” realm with no intention of using it for more than basics.
After a few months [eight really] I installed the Facebook app. Apparently you need a second app for Messenger so I hit the okay/install that too button.
Alright. Welcome to the year 2017.
So there I was creeping Facebook on my desktop, minding my own business while the app did its thing and suddenly I am bombarded with alarms. The phone started chiming erratically, messages were rolling in with GIFs and crazy stickers and emoji’s. At the same time my cousin is texting me, asking if I just sent her something.
No! Oh hell, this demon possessed phone has a mind of its own!
To make a long [list of deleting apps] story short… My daughter explained the particularly bothersome app; how Messenger notifies your Facebook contacts with a suggestion to wave/interact.
Oh.
Well I waved bye to most of the apps and went back to using the phone as a paperweight.
Yeah.
I understand now why people are glued to their devices. Bless their hearts, I’m just not that good at being smart.
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Friday’s Free-for-all (Re-writing Rhymes & Riddles)
Taking another stab at Writing for Children
Pete and Repeat sat on a wall
Repeat fell off
Now Pete can finally move on
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TBT (Summer Blowout)
Summer Blowout
Throw Back Thursday just became Rollback Thursday.
Remember (fifty or 100 years ago) when you could buy books for .25¢ to .99¢
Well we’ve partnered with Google Books/Google Play so you can throw it back to the good ole days.
When the chief suggested these penny sales (I’m talking 25¢, 33¢, 49¢, 54¢, 78¢ and 99¢ books) I was like, Whoa. I don’t think you can do that.
When he assured me we could indeed, I was quite amused.
So it appears we are slashing prices and doing away with dollar$ for the entire month of August. I know it’s cRaZy but it also makes cents.
Now if Starbucks would follow suit…
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Wordless Wednesday (Reading People)
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No Such Thing As Ghosts
Ernest Hemingway’s study in Key West, Florida.
Note the portrait in the background. Sorry, I don’t know who the artist is but I thought it meshed well with the poem No Such Thing as Ghosts. I snapped this photo last February after a long ride through the keys with Ernie. 😉
No Such Thing As Ghosts completes chapter 17 in Unjustified Favor (Clan Destiny Book III) after an ordeal forces Lawrence Jeffcoat to rethink his beliefs.
… ghosts were manifestations of irrational fears and folklore. Ghouls, phantoms, spirits – those were make-believe stories invented for campfires and fiction.
Embedded images leave their trace
Like fossil shells have marked their place
Many share this tiny space
Though each in their own time
The essence of an empty room
The hint of a gardenia’s bloom
A peek in to the sixth sense loom
All treasures of the mind
Shadows catch the outer eye
Wind railed whispers cross the sky
Nothing ever really dies
They simply pass beyond
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(Doo Doo Doo) Lookin’ Out My Back Door
TBT (Throwing Back & Going Back)
Once Upon a Dead Gull (TBT)
Throw back Thursday.
Rated G for gross
The gruesome photograph that inspired the title [and the book cover] for Once Upon a Dead Gull. That was 3 1/2 years ago and [amazingly] this cover hasn’t changed.
A peculiar short story anthology, I admit, but it was written for the horror genre.
Even more peculiar is that none of these stories are about a dead gull.
The poor seagull’s parting gift to mankind… to me, was simply to inspire a title I had been struggling with.
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