The new year rang, but only with echos of the ones that came before. #FP
— Ay (@aault8) January 2, 2015
It's 2015. The first day of the year fell on #tbt, and the first Friday feels like Monday. I can hear Doc giggling now. #FP
— Ay (@aault8) January 2, 2015
The snowboarder realized that his 360s five times happened once too many. His face felt snow, and his body returned to gravity. #FP
— Ay (@aault8) January 2, 2015
In all the world, the sky never shone darker than her eyes. Even the ground hid from that gaze. #fp
— Ay (@aault8) January 17, 2015
Dark now, the world is still awake from the sun that shone today, enlivening the wind, stirring the magic left to dust the ground. #FP
— Ay (@aault8) January 30, 2015
She wasn't in denial; she just liked the way clothes 2 sizes wrong felt on her frame. And the mirror agreed. #FP
— Ay (@aault8) February 13, 2015
"It's terrible. You're just in denial."
He smiled & laughed, grabbing her hand. "We could go to 'de Nile' to figure it out?"
She left. #FP— Ay (@aault8) February 13, 2015
Remember it like
it actually happened. #FP #mpy— Ay (@aault8) February 27, 2015
Don't open the book; open the page
Peel back each fiber
each fuzzy atom
until only
Strangeness
and Charm
balance
the time
between#FP #mpy— Ay (@aault8) March 20, 2015
There were tire tracks but no dust; she'd cried too many tears to wash away her trail, and too few to leave it unmarked. #FP #vss
— Ay (@aault8) March 20, 2015
Our inner and outer selves push through the obstinate crowd, exhausted arms reaching, finally grasping each other's hands in relief. #FP
— Ay (@aault8) May 15, 2015
For how many years did the trains go through town before they realized the conductors were dead? It wasn't oil leaking on the tracks. #FP
— Ay (@aault8) June 13, 2015
She licked the salt from her claws, slowly, deliberately looking into the eyes of the human.
"I wonder what she thinks about?"
Supper. #FP— Ay (@aault8) June 20, 2015
Some use runes, others, the stars…
I divine from cat hair. #FP #vss #humor
— Ay (@aault8) June 20, 2015
Though deaf, he knew without hearing when it was time to turn off the kettle. This trick, his daily tea, would blow his cover someday. #FP
— Ay (@aault8) June 20, 2015
I carved stars in the sky, but the night just puddled in my hands. #FP
— Ay (@aault8) June 26, 2015
The sky fell down now and then. Peace for days, then our roofs would bounce up and down so quickly. Our world, Calculator, would remain. #FP
— Ay (@aault8) June 26, 2015
"I Carved Out Stars From the Sky"; the poem that inspired today's #FP #poetry #weeklypoem http://t.co/EJE7EvmnZT
— Ay (@aault8) June 27, 2015
I built a castle of windows
left one open, always, for you
Even came to your gate, twice,
but you threw rocks
from behind taller walls. #FP— Ay (@aault8) July 10, 2015
If she breathed in slow motion, a world could live and die in each breath. #FP
— Ay (@aault8) July 10, 2015
I have a box labeled "Love Letters."
You have a box labeled "Trash."#FP
— Ay (@aault8) July 17, 2015
Clip-clip. Clip. Drop.
Pieces of herself-her very cells-fell into the trash can, one by one.
Her toes were long overdue for a pedicure.#FP
— Ay (@aault8) July 17, 2015
After every cycle, they would awake to find more trash on their planet, covered in glyphs: NASA and USA. #FP
— Ay (@aault8) July 17, 2015
She wasn't just hitting snooze. In her sleepy daze she failed to notice that time reset every 15 minutes. #FP
— Ay (@aault8) July 24, 2015
"I admit I'm not much of a planner. Each lifetime I fell into stepping in between the clouds."
"Ah yes. Mind the gap." #FP
— Ay (@aault8) July 24, 2015
Diamonds shine through sand
in between waves washing closer
I stand, cooled, cleaned, here.#FP #mpy #haiku— Ay (@aault8) July 24, 2015
INVITATION:
Bonfire Friday 10pm
Field on Route 45
BYOB&B
(Bring your own beer and baggage)#FP— Ay (@aault8) July 31, 2015
Baggage
is an empty suitcase
in an all too empty closet.#FP— Ay (@aault8) July 31, 2015
One man's baggage is another man's treasure.
Or garbage. Depends what you're into. #FP
— Ay (@aault8) July 31, 2015
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