Paw Paw Corner

Thursday, January 19, 2017

JUST PEACHY... TASTE AND SEE

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                "Grilled on the hot seat, frozen by cold shoulder, odd how hot and cold add seasoning to season?" Peche dug spoon ...
Tuesday, January 3, 2017

COMA BOB

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                                   Coma Bob and the Cosmic Donut                  "Well, Coma Bob," soft lips caressed ear, ...
Saturday, December 31, 2016

BEADY EYED MIDNIGHT

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                    Half past beady eyed midnight, in the pale moon light, mist kissed tendrils of twig epitaph, cast gnarled finger shadows...
Tuesday, December 6, 2016

FIGGY MINT

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                "Perhaps," Tizzie Snit spit, "we might-a should-a ought-a thought a little harder before the consequences set...
Saturday, October 29, 2016

LOOSE GRAVEL

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                "Cream cheese, Hersch," from front porch, Toni Jo hollered, "two eight ounce tubs please, don't forget....
Sunday, October 9, 2016

ECHO KISS

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                By too far near echo kiss, by shadow scented sigh, so is the present often cast by passion from the past... even in the swee...
Friday, September 9, 2016

THE FALLS

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                    "Love is precious," pale lips puffed sigh of wist into cold, cold mist.  She pulled back scarlet hood, reveale...
Sunday, June 26, 2016

STEW GONE WRONG

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            "If I have to do just one more," like butter in summer suffering meltdown on the Stew Gone Wrong Saloon parking lot, K...
Tuesday, June 7, 2016

EVERY PIE HAS ITS CRUST

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            "Kneading dough is no piece of cake." With full lips a pout, Terra Eskew puffed at scrunchie escaped dark hair.     ...
Sunday, May 22, 2016

TWICE BAKED

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            "Die wrinkle die!" Carol sang no noel over new hubby's favorite slacks.  Thru clenched teeth she sucked in steam f...
Tuesday, March 15, 2016

DAFFODILS IN WHINEY LAND

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            Midst the vast west Texas desert the fingers of the Davis Mountains tickle the tummies of passing clouds, till they laugh, till ...
Thursday, February 25, 2016

TAPIOCA SUNRISE

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            "Where the wild tapiocas grow, island life be kind a slow, swims in calm soothing flow; and for Thomas and I this change in...
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