the family room, seeking Kathryne David Gargano (she/her) hails from the Pacific Northwest, but isn’t very good at climbing trees. IRS EIN #84-4937407. and the slack-jawed skin just hanging around. American Donkey & Mule Society, INC on Facebook Thank you! Pledge a regular gift today, safe in the knowledge that your generosity is making a real difference. You surveyed the age spots, scars and crooked bits—marks The donkey or ass (Equus africanus asinus)[1][2] is a domesticated member of the horse family, Equidae. soldiers might try to fire on us all, I didn’t have a job to get to, no one was waiting for me to crack their eggs, my day started when I felt ready. angry. anywhere but flames. Mom is Rodan, screeching and only reanimated by the periodic gusts Training a donkey relies upon showing him or her, by words and action, that they can trust you to protect them from harm. To help with my lack of catering expertise, Amy maintains a constant digital presence. And that’s That is the penalty, but you can’t pay it off, and then say, “Oh, I just paid it, and now I can go free.” No, the penalty is separation from I spin to face you, my eyes shut tight, spinning blind  — I didn’t tell you about the men, I didn’t tell you about pulling off my fleece and my shirt in the restroom, shivering under the lights. Well, you can cook any type of meat or fish using the peka. THANK YOU VERY MUCH! They were pixelated, these tigers, but insatiable, rabid, a frightening blockade of sunburst cubes, and I came to wonder if it was a pixelated tiger rooming in my throat, swallowing up all my consonants. Now Amy is calling on FaceTime. Amy has hung up. Now here I go. “You haven’t gone to see her since she had the baby?”. Too bad about The Donkey lady. I put my hand in the frame for the reveal, gliding it along the base, like I’m either selling the mixer or am about to make it disappear. He always looked over-toiled, moon-starved, whenever I imagined my tiger, which made me cherish as much as revile him, and we ploughed on together, pitiably, through the class register and the English presentations and the randomized swimming galas, one or the other of us always biting my tongue. Instructions The Bingo Card Creator creates a custom set of sight words bingo cards. But feel free to use reason and logic to refute what I repeat. This is not an actual request for payment. When you feel the temptation to dwell on your own weakness, raise your eyes to Christ crucified and say: “Lord, I am a poor sinner, but you can work the miracle of making me a little bit better”. Size small tucked inside large. You pull your camera out from its holster, and I get a chance to rest. In 1999 we took a school trip, a pretty place in the Lakes, and we were, my tiger and I, assigned a third party to row with. On one side, the meadows roll up the granite faces of the peaks crowning the glacial valley. He makes them heady with My only qualification is her trust in me. Unfortunately, it is not always possible, due to prior commitments by the people who live and work here. Calvary, WI. Bedroom door: Fists blazing. She’s set the phone down and is bending her knees over and over to jostle the baby into being soothed. Her work is featured in Best Microfiction 2019 and has been nominated for the Pushcart Prize and Best Small Fictions. She pauses, tilts her face up to the door and stares before climbing the stairs. Placemats melting into table—saving spots for ghosts—checkered squares bleeding into particle board grain. Please call or text Tracy to discuss if required on 07940 146330. I hear a muffled discussion, then my father crystal clear: We’re worried you’re all alone there. Hopefully, she chokes on a bag of Diseased Donkey Dicks! To make a mini mortar and pestle matter You tell me. I eye my ingredients on the island, trying to act like I wasn’t caught participating in a digital postpartum appliance trance. Clutching my hiking pole tight in one hand and the scruff of your neck in the other,  I can hear you protesting, but I bite down on your shoulder as hard as I can to keep this rock from spinning. It is the sequel to Donkey Konga and the second title of the Donkey Konga series. Of course I can accept a cheque directly. I shiver. After such surges in confidence, I found, pixelated tigers often vacate the throat. My words wouldn’t rise and we faced each other in silence, eventually turning to watch the blue noise on the shore, its abstract brightness. It smelled like a terrible sadness. He was suddenly in the water, gulping, trying to sift the lake out from under him, and I sat with my tiger in the pale light and watched Alex thrashing until he wasn’t. So let us know as soon as possible if you would like to come out for a visit and pet some donkeys.. And don’t forget to check out our BLOGSPOT for up to date happenings here at Forever Home Donkey Resc, We are a Volunteer driven 501(c)(3) Non-profit If you don't get a good night's sleep because your brain couldn't shut down after being ramped up from video games, you'll feel the effects the next day. His work has appeared or is forthcoming in Wigleaf, Catapult,  Roxane Gay’s The Audacity, X-R-A-Y, and JMWW. Voices rise up and over the crest ahead of us, buzzing down the trail, deep voices. She’s had babies. She is an Editor in Chief for The Augment Review, she has two cats, and she tweets @stellalei04. She’s all in, she sprints, and I get there eventually, right when I have to. This took seven attempts. By post You can send Postal Orders or cheques made payable to Network For Animals, or even send in a Direct Debit form. Donkey Kong (ドンキーコング, DonkÄ« Kongu) is a secret opponent in Wii Punch-Out! at anything that makes her I’d tell her I could understand what it’s like having so many people in my life that I can’t wait to get rid of them for an hour or two. with her beak. I can’t see Amy, but I know she’s going faster still, that she’s whirring and full-speeding to keep up with all her babies. I want to see it go.”, I affix the beater and plug the cord into the wall. Stories and poems by Atma Frans have been published in The New Quarterly and Arc Poetry Magazine, as well as long-listed for The ELQ/Exile’s Carter V. Cooper Short Fiction Competition and the Writers Union’s Short Prose Competition. When you need Roadside Assistance or a new car battery, a AAA tow truck or service vehicle is just a tap, click, or call away. She calls over the noise, “If you’re making an ASMR video, you should put on some lipstick.”. Her work has been published in Pithead Chapel, Salt Hill, Phoebe, minnesota review, Tahoma Review, and others. “It’s an adjustment period. Amy is bouncing now. This morning I get to Plenty of Dish at 6:30 to unlock the door and warm the ovens. Janelle Bassett’s writing has appeared in The Offing, American Literary Review, The Rumpus, Smokelong Quarterly, VIDA Review, and Slice Magazine. And oh, I see the stacks of saucers behind you. Without a closet, many buyers consider it a "bonus She can’t bake with rings on, she says, and yet can’t leave the house bare-handed. We ascend through the white spruce and my heart is pumping hard. ), There’s a bridal shower order to fill today. She’s stacking her rings one by one, so she can slip them into a zippered pocket of her purse with one movement. I bent down to drink from the tap and then stood up straight as I swished the cold water in my mouth. On the other, the lush spruce tumble down the slopes all the way to the lake edge, twinkling turquoise, far below us. It's a good single-player experience and a great multiplayer one. “There!” you point, and my eyes sweep up a branch of the trail scratched into the side of a bald summit hovering over the meadowlands. Tom: And you can’t pay the penalty—that is, you’re going to be separated from God forever. Photo by Leroy Huckett on Pexels.com A poor farmer near Jerusalem owned a donkey far too small to do much work at all. To create your Bingo Cards: Under Number of Bingo Cards, use the dropdown box to select the number (1 – 30) of Bingo Cards you wish to create. It was 1998 and every afternoon after school we played Tomb Raider, nosedived off ramparts and swam in low-grade lagoons. The trail is steep, and as I pick my way up through the rocks, I can’t see through the trees in front of us or side-to-side, but I imagine them in my mind — their leering yellow eyes, almond-shaped like danger. It is only a series of numbers. You can also find us on Facebook! If you’re looking for a mechanic you can trust, use AAA’s network of Approved Auto Repair shops Or a rumbled pug? Most buyers, however, prefer that each bedroom has its own closet. At first I extolled this miracle. Living room: Sofa cushions sparking. Just like I did the night before, running back to our tent through the dead thickets. The pixelated tiger rowed me back softly to the shingle beach. My parents told me the stories, how once they found out what she was doing they quietly went around to the neighbors’ houses and tucked envelopes of cash in their screen doors to make up for the little things my great-great aunt was taking—a decorative hand towel, toothpicks in a little ceramic penguin, butterscotches and cocktail mints. In my late teens the stammer became less pronounced, was dimmer now. Amy sighs. “This is good!” I decide. My hiking pole catches along the side of the path just in time to keep me upright. You'll even learn the difference between a donkey, a … of red and yellow guts. But, you would rather not wear a mask — even for a brief 15 “Amy wanted to see her kitchen. Angie McCullagh lives and writes (mostly fiction) in Seattle with her husband, two teens, and emotionally fragile mutt. It gets harder to whistle and sing, which I’m doing to keep the animals away, which you hate precisely because it keeps the animals away. He treats his people as jewels in his crown. “That one’s a serial killer,” we giggled, “Oh, that one’s a psycho for sure.” The dining room was nearly empty, the waitstaff slamming chairs on top of Formica-topped tables, but I was certain that the men could hear us. As Mothra, I spin around leaving smoke in his wake. Just because Amy enjoys doing too much too quickly and without necessity, she treats me like I’m not doing enough. I used to wake up and lie still, refusing to open the blinds, pitying the many people who were already standing up and buttoning their shirts in the mirror like idiots. He fights using lightning and roars in whirlwinds. I had attended speech therapy, learned to tap my foot, sang in the choir. In this post, you'll learn tons of donkey facts - everything from personality, diet, history, loyalty, and what they can do for work. If you can round up four buddies and four bongo controllers, you're set for the evening. That has become an incentive for the dealers in this contraband product to go all out against live donkeys. Sarah Arantza Amador resides in the Santa Cruz Mountains of Northern California and writes about longing, ghost-making, and the endearment of monsters. They learn what it is we want them to do if we take time to show them. We didn’t understand her either, they replied. when you stepped out of the bath, the mirror laughed Just remember that you always need to have potatoes, and I’d go so far as to say that the potatoes are the star of Very few clients have asked for a refund. I struggle slowly up the mountainside and then you sigh as I stop at the edge of another switchback. Mules and donkeys can carry proportionately more weight than a horse of the same size. Bis auf die Knochen?, I asked. “Here it is.”, “Could you turn it on? A mother crawling with her head below smoke. Hey, this is no bill, but it is a heads up that another enormous payment is coming due soon. You can always avert your eyes if repetition offends you. Thanks to the compassion of our supporters, we have paved the way for improved donkey welfare right around the She lives in Gibsons, B.C. You may donate through our donation s page, Canada Helps, or by etransfer to primrosedonkeysanctuary@gmail.com. I look through the keyhole and see a woman, her hair twisted and pinned to the nape of her neck, her earrings catching the light when she tosses her head back to laugh at something someone is telling her. The chain-of-command in the kitchen is: Amy-on-my-phone, then me, then the five employees who resent my unearned authority. I’d pick at her fries and tell her about my great-great aunt’s renegade life, how people called her spinster but they were dead wrong, how she had the ghosts of our ancestors from the old country to talk to and that suited her just fine. When I lifted my head to the screen again, he was gone. Like a friend or maybe a special guy. He occupies the living room, This wasn’t true—I had to cancel two weekend trips with friends I used to like, postpone a laser hair removal appointment, and fully bow out of my happy hour spin class. It turns out I had to draw one, freehand, then cut it into a stencil myself. She has no night mode. Amy and I have always operated at different speeds. I had a stammer and tripped on words, and I would close my eyes and imagine myself passing through roped-off plasma and plunging carbon. You don’t need to “train” every day, but you do need to be consistent and calculated about what you do with them as their “parent.” How much weight can my mule or donkey carry? Amy says, “the unsalted.”, I grab the eggs and unsalted butter. It was the face of one of the men from the diner, yellow light from inside the restroom pooling on his balding forehead and the broad flat of his nose, coarse dark hair sprouting on his cheeks, spilling down his jaw and into the open collar of his tartan shirt. You can find the king-on-a-donkey poem in Zechariah 9:9–17. I was always zip-lining into clearings where tigers generated. Alex, the history buff, had not quite volunteered but was rowed out onto the bruised lake anyway, and the dappling jangled and there was flotsam and bits of outcrop reflected back in the water. It wasn’t, they said. Please mail cheques made out to PrimRose Donkey Sanctuary to She repainted, designed a logo, took the doors off the cabinets and worked every weekend. Deidre is no longer looking at me, the bad sister, the thick slicer. I put myself in the bath, down flat under the skim. He tweets occasionally at @jackbarkerclark. My neck is covered with scalds and my pajamas are covered in stains, but I can’t seem to sit up until I’ve had half a cup and ten minutes of LED shine. We call them Ustipci! “They’re watching,” I whispered, your hand crawling up my waist. I carry my phone across the room and hold it in front of the wall-mounted knives. As I step toward the refrigerator for butter, my phone pings. “Oh no,” I say as I approach the summit, my chest bursting, “Oh no.” I stop and grip my hiking pole, pushing it deeper into the bare ground at my feet, this rut in the earth. She shuts the door behind her and the stoop light goes out. Sand and dead moths on the cracked concrete floor. Closet: Twin coats tangled in embrace. In an effort to reduce the spread of COVID-19, we’re asking that you please stay home, if you are experiencing: • Fever • Cough • Sore throat• Runny nose • Shortness of breath. I can cook, sure, but it’s not the kind of food you charge money for, unless it’s dumped on a buffet counter and paid for by the pound. Easy, well-researched, and trustworthy instructions for everything you want to know. I’ve recently been forced to become a morning person, and I think this shift is rearranging other parts of me. It means I’m failing, I’m faltering. I can feel a tightening in my solar plexus as I contemplate the view. Her head goes in and out of the frame as she says, “I just wanted to see the light in the kitchen as the sun came up. Donkey Konga 2, otherwise known as Donkey Konga 2: Hit Song Parade in Japan, is a Donkey Kong video game for the Nintendo GameCube. Copyright 2015 - 2019 Forever Home Donkey Rescue. It tells of a King who speaks peace and hope. But it’s too late for that. If you would like to schedule a tour, have any questions or concerns, please call 520-212-5300 or via e-mail at foreverhomedonkeyrescue@gmail.com. All that's missing in a room with this game Framed in the window before me was the face of a man suspended in the darkness outside. I’ve overheard them making fun of my inability to chop vegetables finely. The exact moment she decides to spare the insect, There were signs posted at the trailhead — bear country, wolf country, lone male spotted. What do you want?”. Amy sent me today’s agenda at 2:30 in the morning. If you would like to schedule a tour, have any questions or concerns, please call 520-212-5300 or via e-mail at foreverhomedonkeyrescue@gmail.com. breathing nothing but clean air. they later asked, and I didn’t know. who burns all resistance. "We at Trinity UCC are excited to be a part of the Convergence Music Project! bedroom windowsill. She knows that I follow directions and hate letting people down. Nothing worse than being BETRAYED by those you once called “friend”. Snickering, we returned to our campsite under the vacuum of a new moon. Unlike the other boxers, he doesn't have a montage at the start of the match. wikiHow is where trusted research and expert knowledge come At night I performed squat thrusts, my limbs as string, willed him to roll upwards: fundus, adrenal, thymus, trachea, cortex, thick pate, into sky, a ream of ash. We’re going at a fast clip, which I can never understand, how people always start out walking so fast when they hike. The wolf and I suspended like a constellation in the ecstatic moment before he catches my throat in his teeth, his watery eyes and his hands under my shirt —. “Is that bear scat or fungi?” I ask, and you get excited. MOTHER's Handbook: Carpentry skills are really more of a mental game than a physical one: The pencil is more important than the saw. Her high-heeled boots quickly clip-clip-clip on the sidewalk, as if she has to get home because she has a million things to do before she finally gets a moment to herself. The first item on Amy’s agenda is: “Line up ingredients on kitchen island, ensuring complete inventory and correct amounts.” I get out the flour, vanilla, and baking powder, the sugar and lemons. He sounds red and like he’d like to go back where he came from. as Godzilla, the big destroyer My parents ask if I’ve met anyone nice when they call. I don’t think she and the baby are getting along.”, Deidre nods. We trek up the open trail and you encourage me, always one step behind me. “I’ve been running her business!” I suppress the image of my sister’s pleading, bobbing face. Did he stand up or was the boat disturbed? And then you towelled it, this loyal, beautiful friend. crashes through the scene of her oscillating fan. The choice is yours. I had prepaid for sixteen weeks, which is practically a full-term pregnancy. Sometimes I wonder if she handed me her business to show me, first-hand, what the early risers and the go-getters of the world can accomplish. I answer, but point the phone toward the egg carton because it’s too early for faces. They learn what it is we want them to do if we take time to show them. I never met her. In February of 2020, we gave up our “private” sanctuary status and became a 501 (c)(3) Non-Profit  rescue and sanctuary. My body moves like a gondola. “Just a minute,” I gasp, “just a minute to catch my breath.” I can’t whistle anymore but I think about those sly eyes, they are animals but, no, they are men —. among others. Suddenly I crave citrus and can only sleep on my back. She’s either FaceTiming in with that baby on her breast to berate me as I stir gravy, or she’s sending WhatsApp messages about proper basting or the risk of underseasoning. Head scarves, hats, and even a wig you ordered to find something that made you feel enough like your normal self – 11, Hours spent knowing you should help your son with math or wash the dog with her anti-itch shampoo or cook something, anything, so your family can eat food other than teriyaki from Sunshine Sushi – 3,017. I am excited by the thought of pulling sandwiches out of our packs at the end of this trail and I think, “I can do this, I can do this for lunch,” as we start climbing again. L Mari Harris’s work has appeared or is forthcoming in matchbook, Ponder Review, (mac)ro(mic), Bandit Lit, Pithead Chapel, Tiny Molecules, among others. You say, “To the top!” I say, “You go ahead!” But you push me on. Stella Lei’s work is published or forthcoming in Gone Lawn, Milk Candy Review, Whale Road Review, and elsewhere. His thin, dark hair fluttered around his ears. To maintain that clean, sleek look, we keep the paper towels in the refrigerator door. A cry. All Rights Reserved. Here are some opening sentences and prayers to choose from for your Palm Sunday call to worship. “Do you… want me to show you the mixer?”, “Please.” I set the phone down temporarily, so I can move the stand mixer from the shelf onto the counter. He is the founder of Pale Books, a reading project, and writes primarily on literature and ornamental grasses. We have taken the precautionary decision to temporarily close Forever Home Donkey Rescue & Sanctuary to the public. crawling across her They want forty lemon muffins with blackberry buttercream icing and uncircumcised penises stenciled on top. An urge to crush it comes over her. She’s carrying shopping bags in both hands. I consider saying no, but her face is a convincing counter argument. You can use one (or more) of the existing lists of sight words and/or use your own custom word list. Holyland takes in unwanted, abused, and neglected donkeys. But now, thanks to my sister, I have become something so much worse than a daylight buttoner: a person with a coffee pot on her bedside table. The. Holyland Donkey Haven is a 100% volunteer operated, nonprofit donkey rescue and sanctuary located in Mt.