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January 4, 2006

January 4, 2005

Today's iron writer ingredient is:

FLAMES

We'd also like to take a moment to give a warm welcome to our newest contributor, Jim Parkinson.

Weclome, Jim!

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Burden.

That was the word the doctor used to describe it.
“Think heavily on it”, he grunted, “this decision will affect the rest of…..”

Blah…blah….blah. I no longer listened. I knew what was what, and how to live. Surely I could handle this. On my own for years now – who was he to tell me how to run my life.

I’ll set him straight. I’ll put him out of business. That so called “doctor” won’t be playing God anymore!

Giving my newborn to the agency for adoption, wasn’t a burden.

Back to prison, finishing 20 to 25 for arson – Burden.

Posted by: kasac at January 4, 2006 7:52 AM · Permalink

Atta Boy Jim!!

You couldn't be more deserving.

Sincere congratulations.

Posted by: kasac at January 4, 2006 7:58 AM · Permalink

Thanks, kasac!

It's a bit humbling to be among the regular contributors and I haven't even posted there yet. (I'm having some technical issues. The primary issue, I'm sure, is that I'm doing something wrong.)

Posted by: Jim Parkinson at January 4, 2006 5:09 PM · Permalink

The flame was blue as coaxed the liquid. Turning skin to ink in a breathless flow.

She averted her eyes back to when flames shone more than they burned, but it was no use.

There was too much darkness.

So she counted on it vitriolic defiance. That the orange was passive and the yellow something she could capture. If need be. If she ever lost it.

It was only the dark and she was sworn to it. Not to sleep tonight, but someday if. Not to know why the flame had died.

Just to be remember how it once looked.

Posted by: alcoholic poet at January 4, 2006 8:37 PM · Permalink