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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…
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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…
Gerald the Writer 