by Avery White | Mar 29, 2017 | Challenges
In a recent office discussion, the topic of casinos came up. Before long stories were flying all over the place of people who have either won or lost a fortune. This got me thinking. Most people hear about casinos before they ever step foot in them, and most people...
by Avery White | Mar 27, 2017 | Challenges
What gives me the right to be sad at a funeral for someone I don’t know? She asked. Compassion, I said. Looking back I can see compassion as the heartfelt feeling of one person for another. It is a soul shouldering a burden. It is an arm around a back. It is an...
by Avery White | Mar 22, 2017 | Challenges
Dribble, dribble, shoot swish, go and let that ball drop I’ll be hearin kicks, snares – goin hard, I won’t stop Concrete, court, and squeak this Triple threat and Tweet this I’ve no use for foul language, don’t need that to be offensive Worlds got plenty need...
by Avery White | Mar 13, 2017 | Challenges
Beyond the old mountain and longest river, across the black divide and endless marsh, And through the winding labyrinth of Demon’s Cave…there is a city. I was 12. My grandfather beckoned that I go. His hard eyes beating down what I remembered. All the talk...
by Avery White | Mar 8, 2017 | Challenges
Your size depends on me. The stomach and tongue can conspire all day, but they aren’t tied to your thighs, like me. You may have had friends though the thick, and the thin, but no one’s behind you like me. Literally. When you were seven, I was your...
by Avery White | Mar 6, 2017 | Challenges
Pudding, like life, Is generally of one consistency made weird by tapioca, which, like manna, Is probably another way of saying ‘what is it?’ There are tapioca distractions, Lumps in the dirt cake: Chunks of Oreo? Vanilla wafer? No. If it’s...
