| Racing Owls and other ethereal epics from the skies over Southern California Welcome to Racing Owls! You are about to enter my grand experiment in time travel. A place of frolic and experimentation. A place where my mind optimistically plows the fertile soils of my imagination gleaning seedlings for original missive that when nurtured, will allow me to travel in many directions at once through time and space. For when I write, I am no longer here ... I have gone somewhere else. That's what passion enables us to accomplish. The prose you are about to experience ranges from impromptu free-writing exercises to poems and stories deliberated at more length. I invite you to step inside and linger as long as you like with the expectation that you might enjoy some places you have never been, feel a kindred spirit for places you are reminded of, be entertained by some new characters, or just plain get a kick out of my tinkering around with words. Thank you in advance for your visit! -taree |
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| Orb |
| Sweat Dripped Down Her Forehead |
| Tooth |
| He Grabbed the Hose |
| Telephone |
| A Bird in the Hand Is Worth Two in the Bush |
| Kettle |