Food And Festivities

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Food And Festivities
 
  Fresh Roasted Peanuts At A Baseball Game
  Fried Dough At A Fair
  Ice Cream On A Hot Summer Day
  Coffee Early In The Morning
  Heart Shaped Chocolates For Valentines Day
  Turkey During Thanksgiving
  Candy During Halloween
  Easter Eggs During Easter
  Cakes During Birthdays
  Pastries Christmas Morning
  Champaign During New Years, As The Clock Strikes Midnight
  A Beer While Socializing
  A Slice Of Pizza At A Small Streetside Pizzarea
  Egg And Cheese Bagels For Breakfast
  Sandwiches For Lunch
  A Blueberry Muffin On The Go
  Stuffed Mushrooms For Brunch
  Home Cooked Meals For Dinner
  Coffee Cake For Desert
  TV Dinners While Watching Television
  Cheezie Fries As A Midnight Snack
  Chicken Broth On A Cold Winter Day
  PB&J’s During Picnics
  Fresh Fruit And Vegetables From A Farmers Market
  A Drink Of Cold Water After Exercising
  Smoothies For Nourishment
  Mango’s From A Mango Tree
  A Milkshake From A Diner
  A Donut With Sprinkles At The Donut Shop
  A Croissant At The Bakery
  M&M’s From A Vending Machine
  A Grilled Cheese Sandwich With A Friend
 
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Baseball

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Baseball
 
Baseball, Softball, Stickball, Wiffel Ball
Minor Leagues, The Grapefruit League, American Legion
Opening Day, 7th Inning Stretch
Take Me Out To The Ball Game, Take Me Out To The Show
Pitchers, Pitchers Mounds, The Sign, The Wind Up, Digging In
Fastballs, Curves, Sliders, Knuckleballs, Forkballs and Changeups
Swing Batta Batta, Swing Batta Batta, Swing Batta
The Swing, Pine, Louisville Sluggers, The Sweet Spot
Echo’s as The Bat Hits The Ball, Batting Cages, Batting Practice
Bleachers, Stadium Seats, Bullpens, Dug Outs, The On Deck Circle
Bases, Base Paths, Stolen Bases, Head First Slides
Ground Rule Doubles, Home Runs, Home Run Derbies
The Baseball Hall Of Fame, Cooperstown
Hall Of Fame Games, Ballparks, Night Games, Stadium Lights
Ebbits Field, The Polo Grounds, Brooklyn Dodgers, NY Giants
Baseballs, Batting Gloves, Donuts, Baseball Gloves, Cleats
The Mighty Casey, Joltin Joe
A One Run Game In The Bottom Of The 9th
The 7th Game Of The World Series
Statistics, Records, Scorecards, Baseball Cards, Baseball Stickers
Bobble Heads, Peanuts, Popcorn, Crowds Cheering, Waves, Chants
Striiiikkkkkeeee Threeee! You’re Out!
For It’s One, Two, Three Strikes You’re Out At The Old Ballgame.
 
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Take Me Out To The Ball Game, towards the beginning of the post and For It’s One, Two, Three Strikes You’re Out At The Old Ballgame, towards the end of the post is from the song “Take Me Out To The Ballgame”.

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A Homeless Woman Sits In An Alley Writing

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A Homeless Woman Sits In An Alley Writing
 
These words I write late at night. These words I write without fright. Siren’s, flashing lights fly past. A couple a few apartments above argue. The pavement’s cold. The temperature’s warm. Nightclubs just closed. Plenty of clubgoers walking the streets, socializing, joking, laughing, as they make their way home. City buses are frequent. Neon signs light up the end of the alley. The moon’s bright. Stars are vast. The alley’s dark, distant. Water drips from an air conditioner in a windowsill above. The buildings are brick, vintage looking. Graffiti’s sprayed on their walls. “Drink, Laugh, Flirt, Kiss”. The silhouette of a mouse scurries into a drain pipe. The couple above stopped arguing. The streets grew quite. My eyes grew tired. With a duffel bag as a pillow, I lay my head down to sleep.
 
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Publication Of: Light Throughout The Night

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Light Throughout The Night, by George Farina

Today, I am very happy to announce the release and publication of my second book: Light Throughout The Night.

Light Throughout The Night, by George Farina

(2022-01-02) Light Throughout The Night is fiction, primarily a drama, specifically, a sports action drama. Even though the story is fiction, the book displays a sense of realness.

Light Throughout The Night is somewhat futuristic, partly educational, with a taste of sexiness. The main character is named Glow. She’s named after the 1980’s television show, G.L.O.W. Gorgeous Ladies of Wrestling.

Regardless of the genre, Light Throughout The Night details Glow’s life story. During the early years of Glow’s life, the deck was stacked against her. Because of her situation, she didn’t have an opportunity to live a decent life. As Glow grew older, she didn’t find her niche in society. Her past kept her from finding happiness.

Light Throughout The Night takes readers from Glow’s birth, through to her adulthood. Her story is passionate, dramatic, and adventurous, while touching upon more serious issues such as child abuse, homelessness and lack of equality. Within the pages of Light Throughout The Night, Glow displays resilience as she tries to find happiness, peace and peace within herself.

To Purchase Light Throughout The Night, please visit:
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Sounds

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Sounds
 
Ahh, the cap of a beer twists open. Faint echo’s in the distance. The sound of rushing water. Leaves rustling. A homeless man plucking the strings of a guitar. A sexy accent. A vintage ceiling fan squeaks as it slowly turns. Peanuts, peanuts, get your fresh roasted peanuts. Arepa, Arepa, Arepa, Arepa. A train rapidly thunders through a city. Heals clanking against tiles. A stomach’s growl. Wind howls. A sigh, getting in bed late at night, after working all day. A woman giggling while flirting. The sound of new sneakers squeaking. The pitter patter of a heartbeat. A rain storm pounding a puddle. Low heals shuffling down a hallway. Dong, dong, a clock strikes midnight. A metal bed frame squeaks, crackling at the slightest movement. Buuzzzz, buuzzzz, snooze, buuzzzz, buuzzzz, snooze, time to get up. A warm sweatshirt crackles with static as it’s pulled overhead. A cat purring. The silence of a mime.
 
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Simple, Enjoyable Things

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Simple, Enjoyable Things
 
A cup of coffee, A good conversation, PB & J’s. A walk through a park, A bike ride, Gardening, Watching the sun rise, Writing, Reading, Playing catch, Thinking, Laughing, Swimming, Lounging, Camping, Campfires, Smores, Looking up at the stars, Kissing, Spontaneity, Exuberance, Listening to bird’s chirp, Bird watching, Flying a kite, Swinging on a swing, Picnics, A cold beer on a hot day, Baking, Massages, Exercising, Praying, Learning, Walking a dog, Petting a cat, Feeding fish, Watching a thunderstorm from indoors, Watching snow fall, Ice skating, Roller skating, Skateboarding, Creating, Photography, Playing an instrument, Listening to music, Dancing, A fruit smoothie, Christmas lights, A bus ride late at night, A train ride, Coloring Easter Eggs, Eating chocolates on Valentine’s Day, Carving a Pumpkin.
 
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Young Couple

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Young Couple
 
A young couple dances all night. Closing time, gotta grab a bite. Early morning at a local cafe, violin music plays. Hours later, sleeping by the pool. In the evening, together they shower. Dinner at a diner. Flipping through the jukebox, a record spins. Flirtatious conversations. Cake for desert, feeding each other, eyes filled with desire. Late at night, the beach is empty. The cork pops on a bottle, close together they stay. Under the moonlight and stars, conversations about nothing, gleaming smiles, sparkling eyes. As the sun rises, intertwined, they close their eyes. Wake to whistles. Sitting up with a kiss. Shower and laundry. Sunday afternoon, the laundry mat’s filled. Driers spin, steam in the air, glistening skin. Each with a good book, neither could resist. Riding the bus, she pulls the wire. Arriving home, they finish the weekend sleeping in.
 
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Pink Boxing Gloves

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Pink Boxing Gloves
 
Wearing pink boxing gloves, she stands in the corner of the ring.
Lathered in sweat, she knows she has to win.
Poised and calm, the nervousness is gone.
The crowd cheers. She doesn’t hear a sound.
Her heart beats steady, muscles ready.
Ding Ding.
The battle begins.
 
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Thinking About The City

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Thinking About The City

Thinking about the city: Kids playing around a fire hydrant. Water rushes out. They’re smiling, laughing and joking. Others play stickball in the street. Fielders towards the bottom of the street chant, “a batta batta, a batta batta, swing batta”. A mother yells from her windowsill, “Time for dinner”. A kid puts down his stickball bat. Time for him to go in.
 
An older lady reels clothes in from a clothesline hung over the back alley of her apartment building. The clothesline runs from the fifth story windowsill of a brick building on the other side of the alley to her windowsill. After unclipping her clothes, she folds them just inside her window, watching kids play outside.
 
A young couple sits on a fire escape overlooking the alley, talking, flirting, being young, enjoying life. Every once in a while he says something intriguing, she lets out a flirtatious giggle, lightly pushing her hands against his thick winter coat.
 
A man is closing his business, locking the inner door, pulling down a steel outer door covered in graffiti. A line of people wait to board a bus. A lady digs for change in her purse, stepping into the bus at the same time. Minutes later the bus takes off. A homeless lady pushes a cart down the sidewalk, wearing a thick yet torn up old coat. Her cart’s filled with bags, some clothes and cans.
 
Street lights and trees planted within the sidewalks are decorated with Christmas lights. Flashing neon signs light up storefronts. Display windows are filled with Christmas decorations. Pigeon’s peck at little bites of food near a diner.
 
A young woman talks on a payphone at the corner. She’s not paying attention to anything around her. She’s enjoying her conversation. She’s laughing. Her arms and hands move as she talks.
 
A cement building on the other side of the street is boarded up. The boards are covered in graffiti. Some boards are loose. A homeless person’s probably inside. The cold harsh realities of life most likely beat he or she down. Old, dust covered, partially rotten wooden planks as flooring. A candle for light. A cold can of beans for dinner. A dirty old blanket to keep warm. Yet, he or she is much happier sleeping in the abandon building than the streets.
 
A man in his late twenties rides his bike through the sidewalk, weaving in and out, and around those walking. He has a small radio. Hip hop plays. The music slowly fades. A lady stops at a hotdog cart on her way home from work. She skipped lunch. She’s starving, paying immediately, taking a bite before she’s given her change. She stands next to the cart, finishing her meal before hurrying home.
 
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A Man Stands Outside his Apartment. A Lady Sits On A Bus Bench

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Two Heads Lay To Rest
 
A man stands outside his apartment. A pigeon nests on a nearby windowsill. The faint sound of a train in the distance is soothing. Someone down the street runs after a bus. A cassette tape turns inside a boombox. Street performers breakdance. Chicks wearing Wayfarers and Legwarmers watch. Rain drops slowly fall. Small, soft, calming raindrops. No one seems bothered. A lady sits on a bus bench, desirable, yet she sits alone.
 
Later at night, inside a nightclub the dance floor’s packed. He’s all alone, looking up, turning, yearning. Lights flash, spotlights, music blasts. Sudden warmth. Breasts against his chest. Her arms wrapped around his waist. Pressed together the music slows, moving to the sounds, hearts pound. Closing time, leaving hand and hand. Through the crowds, to the street into a small pizzeria to grab a bite to eat. Neither asks the other their name. The feelings of temptation are the same. Hours later, bodies drenched in sweat, two heads lay to rest.
 
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