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Continue reading →: Star Fuss Haiku
If I wish upon a star- Which one shall I choose? That one from andromeda.
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Continue reading →: A Passing
An afternoon of moments, time out from speaking. A tension, a ticking, an arrythmia. Thrum, thrum, thrum. We submit to all sound carved into chambers. Only us and him. Thoughts and prayers. Future suspended, past fading. Here and now we’re gifts around his bed. The arduous night a mere…
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Continue reading →: White Out
The snow needed pushing sooner rather than later. It was powdered, and feather light for now. I didn’t like the stinging cold air, but the mission was to keep the inches shaved. If the weather warmed up the snow would gain weight. No bueno. The last four days my three…
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Continue reading →: Bluster
“Who has gathered the wind in his fists?” Proverbs 30:4b * Raking the roof, I pulled the drifts down, over the eaves to the ground. Then Fists relaxed. The wind spread and swirled the winter storm’s debris. Timed perfectly. Should I pray for a gale strong enough for snow to…
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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.…
Gerald the Writer 