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About O

I live in a suburb of an American City. I write to try and understand myself and the world around me. I love nature, art, music, literature and beauty in all its forms. I think the world has gone mad and many of us will soon go insane from living in this world. What I love almost more than anything is my garden. I love its trees, shrubs and its many flowers. I love the birds, their flying and singing and dancing movements in and out of the sky and garden. Their freedom. They always bring joy. My blog is whennothingworks because for a long time nothing has worked. Friends, family, jobs, money, houses, careers, lovers, things--- it all just doesn't work sometimes, or most of the time. The garden always works. Nature and its beauty always work. And, in my garden, I can sit quietly and think, or just breathe, and somehow manage to survive the world.

The Bludgeoning Sky

Posted on November 3, 2016 by O

via Daily Prompt: Bludgeon Bludgeon.  Sounds like a stew you might eat, or an old-fashioned death.  When savages were savages who didn’t know the art of killing.  Rhymes with dungeon, curmudgeon or maybe even illusion.  Like the one you have … Continue reading →

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The Infinitesimal of Tiny Dreams

Posted on October 24, 2016 by O

via Daily Prompt: Tiny I often write the word tiny, little, small, trying to describe certain things.  It litters sometimes the papers I write my words on.  This tiny little desire to catch my breath today, this tiny little bird … Continue reading →

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When Trees Walk Home With You

Posted on October 6, 2016 by O

via Daily Prompt: Tree Once I was almost evicted from a dinner party because of trees.   In a beautiful house in an old leafy town outside Chicago.   I was sad that whole sorry decade because of trees and what people … Continue reading →

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The Raining Sun

Posted on September 28, 2016 by O

Cold this morning, especially earlier in bedroom.   Too lazy to get the comforter out or another blanket– there was no blanket– laundry backup.   In the dark I rummaged in the linen closet for something—  a duvet cover and threw it … Continue reading →

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The Dilemma of Dismay

Posted on September 27, 2016 by O

via Daily Prompt: Dilemma Dilemma.  Sounds like a nineteenth century word, to describe a feeling you might have, at the prospect of tea with the wrong person, wearing the wrong kind of hat, whose gloves are slightly soiled at the … Continue reading →

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Panic Street

Posted on September 24, 2016 by O

via Daily Prompt: Panic Read the news or don’t read the news. There’s panic in the air.  Shootings, shootings, shootings.  On the streets.  In malls, movies, churches. Little dead things in the garage.  Tiny pink with bulging blue eyes like … Continue reading →

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“Let Them Eat Cake”

Posted on September 9, 2016 by O

via Daily Prompt: Cake All your childhood dreams on a platter, the fluffy whipped cream clouds of pink, the dainty roses in the garden. And who do you have to thank for these fantasies? A French man perhaps, with a … Continue reading →

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Daily Prompt: Fierce

Posted on August 31, 2016 by O

via Daily Prompt: Fierce Fierce.  Like the maw of a lion.  The sun, this summer has been.  Beating down so relentlessly I want to jump into its mouth and fry like those little crisps you eat there in that cold … Continue reading →

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Daily Prompt: Mistake

Posted on August 27, 2016 by O

via Daily Prompt: Mistake Mistake?  My whole life is a mistake.  My mind my thoughts my hands feet hair and face. I am my own black hole hurtling coming being existing in the nothingness that is my space. I sit … Continue reading →

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Oh Garden! Garden! Garden!

Posted on July 16, 2016 by O

I can hardly move my hands across the keyboard, breathe, speak or walk.  Much less explain, tell what I see this morning in this little plot of land I have been graced with. Got up late — past 7:00 a.m., … Continue reading →

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