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Continue reading →: Smelling Salts
Deep-night-thoughts. Tossing and turning aside, I got up and sat in the office. That’s where business is conducted, but prayers folded and peace broke up like tempered glass. Silence isn’t always golden. The dogs, like smelling salts, came wanting; waiting for me to come to. A couple of consciences prying…
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Continue reading →: Roominate
Thread little things. Shake salt. Sip wine. Pass cranberry sauce. Fill the room And read it. Squeeze by, Brush up against, Static the air. Set down the baggage, And say a prayer. “Thank You.”
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Continue reading →: Achilles
It’s been a killin’ me, this isthmus between heel and calf; This hard providence In every step I take. I know one day I will utter “Imma gonna hit you with mah cane.” But not yet. Not yet. The further up and further in has slowed now. I tip my…
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Continue reading →: Let The Sleeping Dog Lie
Dogs don’t lie; they lie around. Ever simple, not profound They age like us, unaware, And I began to stare. The show didn’t hold sway. I kept looking away… To Archie of the eyes slit And smug smile lit. Another framed peace By a dog gone with ease. He laid…
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Continue reading →: Saturday Said
“I’m just another day to you, Mr. Retired. You woke early and walked right past me. No mirror check. No fist pound. Not even a ‘morning’.” “What do you want from me, S?” “Simply some acknowledgement. Affirmation. I’m afraid you’ll lump me and my best friend, Sunday into some downshift,…
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Continue reading →: Egg Shells are Everywhere
At the least I wear socks. I have no Birkenstocks. But there the eggshells lay, Right in the hallway. They trail like crumbs And suck like Dum Dums. Shells fan out in the rooms, As I measure coffee spoons. Editing my way in real time An elephant hearing every line.…
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Continue reading →: Pen Deep in the Deep End
I am pen deep in the deep end. My mind is liquid conundrums flowing over rocks in a shallow stream. My feet are tender on Sahara sand. I wander into a mind field hoping to detonate thoughts. I long to hear shattering glass and smell quotation marks. * I am…
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Continue reading →: Vanish O Night
It’s a short list, a leaning. Usually when I’m waking After a string of busy days. Easy access of songs and troubadours. Some grainy images, many sequins, tassels, bell bottoms, broad rimmed hats, and sculpted hair. A tuxedo. Live performances rue, then lift my soul. YouTube has my history…
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Continue reading →: Bambi on the Barbie
To save a buck, I’ll grill up some venison. Last time the after taste of this gnarly meat hung on for weeks like inhaling stale breath. Mitigation is key, this deer will not torture the receptors of my tongue. I’ll marinade it with marinara. Maybe soak it in saki. I’ll…
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Continue reading →: Trembling Aspen
The tide whispers on the breeze, lapping the edge of the property line. The tree with the spade shaped leaves stands tall and licks the morning rays. Like muted chimes the green clusters bump into each other like pickpockets. Somehow Lake Michigan shows up. It’s not seen, unless the backdrop…
Gerald the Writer 