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...Bradley looked desolate, riding at one point on a nearly empty bus with a few aides, while a dwindling press corps was sequestered in its own bus behind him. He could be grumpy. Sure, reporters can be superficial and pesky with their ridiculous hypotheticals, and it's hard to scrunch your six-foot-five frame into a coach seat knowing your opponent is stretched out on a soft mattress on Air Force Two, but who said campaigning was a rose garden? One night when the oven wasn't working on his charter plane, Bradley lost his usual composure. When Gore...
...adolescent girl aspired to be. She studied big-kid subjects like foreign languages and textbook math. She was allowed to wear make-up--glossy pink lip gloss, mascara and blue eyeshadow that reached her eyebrows. Somehow her mother allowed her to have stretch jeans and stilletto heels worn with scrunch socks. She even had a boyfriend who'd pick her up when she was done making sure that you'd done none of your 'homework,' ingested "Facts of Life," the "Love Boat--Fantasy Island" double hour, "Family Ties" and listen to "Seven And the Ragged Tiger" on repeat. Sometimes...
...aware of his audience, he mercifully omitted the "Hoar House" anecdote). When he had finished, he called out, "So, do you guys want to take a picture with the statue?" The unanimous, high-pitched answer: "No, that's okay!" Not one to give up, however, he had them all scrunch in around Johnnie H, gripping the base of the statue and yelling "cheese." Laughing heartily, the guide exclaimed, "Look how many of our kids are Harvard boys and girls...
They are so young and so tiny that spectators want to pat them on the head. When their eyes narrow and their faces scrunch up with concentration, audiences go squishy with the adorableness of it all. Sports commentators cooingly label them pixies and tots, then reach for adjectives like huggable, perky, cute. Sort of like puppies. Always they are described as "the next" Olga or Nadia or Mary Lou, as if anyone so small couldn't possibly have standing in her own right...
Since the Slam started back in September, it has rattled the local literary circuit. Two weeks ago the Bookcellar opened a Saturday Slam to accomodate the crowds which scrunch into the cafe to watch the poetic conflagrations...