First sentences without a home…..

4.11.24 As the heroine climbed the stairs to the hero’s front door, the collection of untouched newspapers told her the story she feared; he no longer reads newspapers.

4.12.24 Lacuna entered the top of the circular staircase just as she had hoped; vertically.

4.16.24 “I completely agree,” offered the tour guide, “animals are hard to see in the dark, but I actually asked you ‘Is this your first visit to the zoo since the accident?’”

4.17.24 My favorite device to speak to is my printer, and I think it really gets me…… at least that is what the desk lamp tells me.

4.18.24 Allegedly, on this dark and stormy night, the leaves stayed, the aspirin ached, the mire pleased, the song bird lisped, the fences beckoned with illusions of unencumbered passage, the hard boiled eggs were freed from their prison shells, the sirens sang their murder ballads (in a bouncy key of C), the piano “claimed” it had not been drinking, and the luncheon specials stopped precisely at ten (for it was in a Tom Waits’ song that this story lies), all while the flickering flame-lit streets were agitated doubly by the combined outgassing of kombucha and chicken farm “leavings.” (an ode to author Bulwer Lytton)

4.19.24 She took a multi-generational swing of the pronoun bat.

4.20.24 With the impractical invention out of the way, Mr. Chindogu moved on to solving the actual problem: driving safely with a microscope attached to the steering wheel.

4.22.24 Inspired by the work of Balzac (and his two headed brother, Balsamic), Monty Python, and Eddie Van Halen (from the Eddie Van Halen band), the artist formerly known as “Blank Canvas” was 56% complete in his recreation of the initial meeting between Genghis Khan and the modern English alphabet. (an ode to singer/songwriter Todd Snyder)

4.23.24 The road sign said it was “Highway 250-La Bamba County,” but we all knew that we were, in fact, in hell.

4.24.24 With the wind in his right hand and the rain in his left, he bent the trees and washed a land that had grown weary of the immeasurable cycles of growth and loss.

4.25.24 She had a bone through her nose, tats on her kneecaps, and fireworks in her eyes, which made it easier to pass through the metal detector. (an ode to musician Richard Thompson)

4.26.24 On a midnight eve both dark AND stormy, a symphony of natural electrical disturbances played its tune, wowing, and later, killing the audience that had gathered after the “Neurochemical Directives” finished their benefit concert to aid cruelty-free stationers. (an ode to author Bulwer-Lytton)

4.29.24 The trailer bathroom was already filled with the four of us, but that didn’t stop Airball from trying to make an entrance to see “What’s up?”

4.30.24 Stir the memories, grill the past, braise the future, and sear the desire to be young again.

5.1.24 With the small talk out of the way, the two returned to their virtual outhouse of spam emails and dwarf porn.

5.2.24 Pelota walked slowly with her human along the carefully trimmed hedge until she thrust her head into the middle of the shrubbery long enough to pull out the (previously) uneaten pastry.

5.3.24  The newspaper snapped back and forth to create the beat, covering and uncovering the vacuum hose opening provided the background vocals, and the whiskey bottle xylophone kicked in with a plucky salsa number: it was BYOI (bring your own instrument) night at the Rattle and Hum Bistro.

5.6.24 Hombre Sucre had all the skills for the job but one: a less than fanatical devotion to sugar coating every natural disaster report using words beginning with the letter “P.”

5.7.24 The shadow fell upon the buildings like a sledge hammer, crushing each ray of light.

5.8.24  The majestic cliffs of cinnamon red and forests of deep kale green could only stand and watch as the bear attempted to enter the concert venue without her mobile device: silly bear.

5.9.24 It was at this point that the forest rangers all realized the only way to determine the woman’s age was to core her midsection and count the rings.

5.10.24 A wind blew from the hot desert floor, swirled up through the river valley, embraced the cool mountain peaks, and returned, with nothing to declare.

5.13.24 He lived his life like the Escher drawing of hands drawing each other, but didn’t know how to hold a pencil. (Drawing my M.C. Escher)

5.14.24 Despite being brobdingnagian in size, emotional IQ, and musical chops, Doorknob was unwise in the ways of the city and quickly lost all his folding money playing Chutes and Ladders.

5.15.24 She used her plaid shirttail to klean the blood off her kamping koffee kup before learning they were out of koffee.

5.16.24 As the bird’s wings slice through the wind, Bernoulli’s will to climb higher is in competition with Gravity’s desire to hold fast, and it is this same force of desire that prevents dead birds from staying up in the sky.

5.17.24 The man was bent over, crying from a pain that could not be defined by a doctor’s pen or captured by a photographer’s lens. (Photograph by Dorothea Lange)

5.20.24 My first wish is to have a circular staircase as high as Godzilla was tall on his 20^th birthday.

5.21.24 Her camera’s autofocus ignored the creases from decades of laughter and tried to bring the subject’s soul in alignment with life’s focal plane.

5.22.24 It was not until Exit saw his reflection in the mirrored cigarette machine that he noticed that his feet weren’t touching the ground.

5.23.24 The zebra-shit white exterior of the station wagon was not sweetening the appeal of a long road trip through the bible belt for the (currently) stoned soccer moms.

5.24.24 I was in a tight spot: some would say I was up the proverbial creek without proper means of locomotion, and they would be correct.

5.28.24  The slide skims over the strings to make the guitar sing; it sings not for the lonely, not for the hungry, and not for the lost, but for the chance for anyone to feel carried by a waterfall of notes for just a little while.

5.29.24 She clutched her water bottle like it was a baby wallaby, and it was really creeping out the rest of the passengers on the cruise ship. (Photo by James Wainscoat)

5.30.24 As he stepped up to the podium to receive his prize, it was still unclear why his shoes were loosely tied to a second pair of shoes.

5.31.24 Our Aunt Phillis would say things like “Pop Tarts are legit!” and we hated her for that.

6.3.24 Want checked his emails on his phone, set his phone down, picked up his phone, used a new app that searched his 6,324 photos for cowboys or firetrucks, set his phone down, then swallowed his room key.

6.4.24 Why do you think Ai can fix my bumper, since it didn’t prevent the accident in the first place?

6.5.24 Boot Strap enjoyed the free hotel breakfast of subcutaneous coffee injections, toasted and buttered regret, and steel cut oatmeal, while his dog dined from a bowl of unrealistic expectations (disguised as kibble).

6.6.24 As Freeze Dried rounded the corner and headed towards the Finish Line, he shifted up and exploded into a frenzied rhythm of pedaling cadence, labored breathing, and ear splitting screams from his parole officer.

6.7.24 The Python computer programming language is named after Monty Python, and that’s all I have to say about that.

6.11.24 The only thing more shallow than her personality was the grave she found herself buried in.

6.13.24  Each quarter clinked as it dropped onto the other quarters below the clothes dryer coin slot, knowing that it was no longer likely to attend the pot luck scheduled for later that evening.

6.14.24  She hoped to be able to read the note by moonlight, but the clown’s handwriting was atrocious and an improved light source (like the sun) was required.

6.17.24  The highly sexual and peaceful nature of the Bonobo ape community, coupled with the fact they share 98.7% of their DNA with humans, may explain the origin of the saying “Make love, not war”…. or not. (photographer unknown, photo from Radio New Zealand)

6.18.24  One of the lies we tell ourselves is that we don’t lie to ourselves; we merely negotiate a settlement with details to be discussed at a later date.

6.19.24 The ant walked along the dirty black and white checkered floor like a detective investigating the scene of the grime.

6.20.24  Gravitational waves born from a black hole colliding with its black hole neighbor can be detected over a billion light-years after the event, but I still can’t find my car keys….. yet. (illustration by Mark Garlick, from ScienceNews.org)

6.21.24  As the drone was lowered closer to the ground, the torn piece of toilet paper that was stuck to the landing gear revealed itself.

6.24.24 Can you feel the sun’s warmth, hear the Northern Cardinal’s song, and see the windswept fields of grain, over by yon Dairy Queen?

6.25.24 A cool breeze visits on this hot night; a night too hot for sleeping blankets or drinking espresso from a straw while sitting naked in a sauna.

6.26.24 I need a chair, I need a window, I need a home. (painting Van Gogh: The Bedroom)

6.27.24  A small white plate held the remaining crumbs from the afternoon’s snack of espresso and raspberry-chocolate indignation.  

6.28.24 The music whispered from the coffee shop speakers and placed a quiet hush over the argument currently raging about the merits of putting ketchup on ketchup.

7.1.24 Generalizations fill the interstitial space in our sentences, our thoughts, and our world; although this claim may be considered too general.

7.2.24 One of the minor character’s major flaws was her insistence in converting all units of measurement into the equivalent of furlongs/fortnight. (Acknowledgements to Professor David B. Williams)

7.3.24 The black ant (Lasius niger) checked her mandibles at the front desk, which was quite inconvenient since it was “All-You-Can-Eat Wednesdays” at the “Lapin Agile.”

7.4.24  Her message called out for the hopeful, the strong, and the bright, to lift up those struggling to carry a burden. (Photo by Serena Repice Lentini)

7.5.24 Mysterioso, the long-limbed levitating lexicon, wrapped up the evening by making the letter F disappear…. silly buck.

7.9.24 My daddy was a miner since before I was born, although data storage was always an issue.

7.10.24 This was no moronic misnomer like “Brat Pack” or “disruptive technology”; the name of the town really was “Sign Here.”

7.11.24 And next on our broadcast is the riveting docudrama, “The Evolution of Boxed Wine.”

7.12.24 I’ll never see heaven like others do, but I do see how eating five chocolate croissants before a long, fast, mountain bike race can become “problematic.”