Prose IV

I think America, in the center of the mind, will keep challenges coming but the prose police say no. Ask your neighbor. Maybe they can create a challenge or two. Just so long as they are not totally somebody else’s challenges. They might burn off charge like a flashlight to hold onto a semblance of clear skies. But clouds, big dark clouds, eventually flee or fall in drops to leave watermarks inside the paper. Bursting forth from the page are hooved letters chased like some ramrod Rowdy Yates slinging a lasso at strays. At these moments, writing comes naturally to be in a competition with sun-challenged conformity to defy the mundane reality of containers overflowing with mac and cheese. There are better recipes to make food for thought. Don’t you just love a good pun!

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