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Continue reading →: Indented Doors
Comma’s in The pedestrian way. Pauses, like cells In a monastery– Call us to pray Out of the fray. Slip in The perspective, stay. Queues in which To stand when You can’t stand it. A momentary huddle. A set aside, Alone, abide, Piece of peace, Space of quiet…
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Continue reading →: Lip Service
When words lilt in their sagging, Walking on the shoulder of a midsummer Mind, winding down, winding down. Parsed and parched their brittle Out of season slouch, My lips are pursed, tight As a knot, why not. Chapped chattering Hurts.
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Continue reading →: Freedom from Information Act
Information age. We’re in it. There’s still writing on the wall, many walls to be exact. We have real news, fake news, and real fake news. 2016 was full of it, and many chimed in to spin it to be in it. I want out. Where’s the sand in which…
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Continue reading →: Army Men.
Originally posted on Gerald the Writer: Ever since Christmas I’ve been playing with army men. On a whim, one of my daughters gave me a bag of them, and they are positioned all over my office. There is one duct-taped to the dash of my delivery truck too. Although they…
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Continue reading →: A Christmas Card From Above: In Cursive
Originally posted on Gerald the Writer: She Scotch-taped them as they arrived. The threshold couldn’t hold them all. Between the living room and kitchen the Christmas cards hung open like parted lips. ? Postal employees carried double heavy loads then. Stamps were less than a dime and tongues licked each…
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Continue reading →: What Dreams May Come
I know I’m in the thick of it now…Tuesday, just before I woke, I dreamt an avalanche of parcels knocked me off my feet and buried me alive. I had a ring of sweat around my neck, and I was breathing heavily. I sat on the edge of my bed…
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Continue reading →: >We Waited(Christmas memories)
Originally posted on Gerald the Writer: > It was at the dead end of a street. It was a small house jammed with ten kids. My mom could barely lace up the shoe. Yet she worked hard to make this time of year special. My wife has a tinge of…
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Continue reading →: The Skylight is Falling, The Skylight is Falling.
There’s a hole in our roof. More like an aperture. In the middle of our kitchen is a skylight…an upside down crater in the ceiling. The window has fallen into disrepair, and every time I look up I see not only natural light, but mold, bubbled paint, and another opportunity…
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Continue reading →: An Open Letter to Thanksgiving
Dear Thanksgiving, I fell asleep on a bed of tryptophan on your night of nights. When I pulled open my eyelids Friday morn I felt numb. Then my heart reminded me the beat must go on. I remembered that stuffed house on Douglas Avenue and the menagerie of people packed…
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Continue reading →: Just a Poultry Encounter. Part Three of Three. Talking Turkey.
Originally posted on Gerald the Writer: Thomm continued to tell of his dream… His head and neck then disappeared and a translucent uncle Thommy floated above the Hubble family table. He hovered over grandpa’s comb over, Lauren’s pigtails, Kelsey’s cornrows, and grandma’s poofy grey arrangement. He saw the horn of…
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