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Continue reading →: Light Touch
A Sunday Psalm The rain touched down like slipper tips. Drops so small they kissed the patio with barely a patter. What peace settled as if holding a sleeping newborn. And the maple leaves were muted timpani’s catching the infant pearls. Pearls which pooled and grew to yawn. The sun…
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Continue reading →: Borborygmi
A murmuring, gurgling, Gastric giggle. A gut grinding bubble Right in my middle. A moan of last night’s Caramelized onion. A tuba polka Oompa. It isn’t so funion. A borborygmi is in me. A classic onomatopoeia. Noises migrate in my belly. Such slush, slosh, and blabberia. New strange word. Hmmm.
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Continue reading →: “I have measured out my life in coffee spoons.” T. S. Eliot
Many prognostications are over a beer. Woven words thrown back and forth, forgotten sayings left unclear. * But when we raise our coffee mugs, In sips and gulps of aspirations, with slurps and slugs and mini chugs. * The spoon sounds like a tinker bell mixing our cream and sugar…
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Continue reading →: Raving Punctuation
A conversation flew by murdering the sky. Pressing the knuckled clouds, they caw like echo crowds. By twos heading east like colons: they drift into semicolons; In pairs the birds exclaim the sun, and curve a question mark with one. Fluffing feathers on the breeze. They hang high like apostrophes’…
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Continue reading →: One Page on Trees
With ardor I’m an aspiring arborist. I checked synonyms for arborist. “Tree surgeon. Tree worker.” Okay, I’m an arborist. I’ve made many incisions, amputations, split decisions, and trimmed logs down to wood stove capability. Last week a storm front marched through with wind like sabers felling trees in hodge podge…
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Continue reading →: I kicked My Dog Today
I was doing burpees on the patio. Cheerio, the smallest dog I know Had snuck behind me. I thrusted my legs and launched him and his yelps into the stratosphere. He landed on the grass like a meteor. Can dogs scowl and whimper simultaneously? I dropped to my knees and…
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Continue reading →: One Page on Grocery Carts
I’m betting there is an undetectable rise in cortisol when the doors slide open. The rows are ten across and twenty deep. First thought: Is the cart going to come free easily? Second thought: Is the cart going to roll with dexterity? The goal is no clunkity clunk. You know,…
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Continue reading →: Take a Hike
Ways of the trail. Stepping on and over the varicose roots. We traverse and converse while trees pass by and a chickadee raps on. The sun’s rays slip along an angle beside us, and hang like an arm on our shoulders. The white of the dogwoods reign in the peripheral,…
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Continue reading →: One Page on ‘The Zone’
Athletes talk about it. Scientists worry about it. Oh, wait, that’s the Ozone. Ever hear of “The Zone?” When I drove for UPS I sometimes hit the zone. I’d follow the prescribed procedures with little thought. Some drivers would say ‘the packages fell off my truck.’ There were days, or…
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Continue reading →: Friday Fiction!
What’s Eating You? Chapter Three Kent gripped the wheel at ten and two. The low drone of tires on concrete melded with the tick-tock rhythm of the seams. It reminded Jimmy of jazz music; the old stuff his brother soaked in when he needed to decompress. “I hate to break…
Gerald the Writer 