Some people love the smell of gasoline.
His anger made him utter endless obscenities.
They decided to set traps for the mice.
Her delicious sweat smelled like freshly cut roses.
The oboe concerto was full of energy and beautiful precision.
In most cases amnesia victims quickly recover their memory.
The folder contained horrifying photographs.
A toxic narcissist has no empathy or compassion.
The top floor of the abandoned factory was very eerie.
That documentary on wooden rollercoasters was fascinating.
It was so bad they had to carry the little girl’s mother out of the funeral parlor.
In spite of the simplicity no two baseball games are alike.
The Golden Dragon restaurant was a fixture in Chinatown.
Little Girl Lost is probably my favorite Twilight Zone episode.
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by Wendy Videlock
am still learning to unlearn
……..the childhood third-degree burn,
the jagged breath, the relative
……..safety of contempt,
the rush to batten down the hatches,
….the need to hoard
the book of matches. I too
……..am still learning to unlearn
the book that turns to ashes,
the lie that serves no purpose, the lie
….that swears that you
are worthless. I too am still learning
….to unlearn the curse of the certain,
to reverse the locked and loaded,
to suspend the assumption
….of the ugly motive,
the corrupt and the corroded.
….I too am still learning
….to unlearn the wrought iron word,
and the rock solid cure.
……..My brother, in the mirror
of the triggered, in the glass
….of the imprisoned in the stories
are the remnant of revision,
……..are the cousins of correction,
….are the sages and the saplings
and the burning of the learnings,
are the blessings
….of the waters, are the curtains
……..are the rivers
….in their turning,
……..are the ripples of unlearning.