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Continue reading →: Why Wednesday?
This arch in the week Is more than a hump. Wednesday is like middle earth, An in-between, A watershed to see How the week is flowing. Wednesday is a buoy, Wednesday is teatime. Wednesday is a pullover. A close shave. A warm washcloth. A cold beer. Wed Nes Day is…
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One Page on AI, Bitcoin, and Tariffs
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Continue reading →: One Page on AI, Bitcoin, and TariffsI don’t have enough intelligence to write a page on each subject let alone all three. I’m just going to think out loud for a few minutes. Chatty T (an easier way to pronounce Chat GBT) won’t be engaged, not a bit of coin invested, and no mention of describing…
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Continue reading →: Haiku for Writing Nerds
Adjectives dress up weak nouns. Prefer naked nouns. Strong nouns can take off their clothes.
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Continue reading →: One Page on Easter.
I mentioned to a friend a few days ago that Easters were rough for me. He asked me why that was, and I didn’t have a solid answer. Maybe because my mom isn’t around hiding the jellybeans anymore. Perhaps the ham is too salty. I know I’m not a hippity…
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Continue reading →: Between
10:24 on a Saturday morning. Nothing scrawled on the whiteboard. A blank page I’d rather ignore. There’s a hole in-between. Holy Saturday to be precise. The overcast sky like a tomb, has me pondering what happened in this interim. He cried, “My God, My God, why have you forsaken me?”…
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Continue reading →: Friday Fiction! What’s Eating You? Chapter Two
The highway had morphed to six lanes while Jimmy slept. A solid mid-week morning rush funneled vehicles closer, tighter, like a prophecy of the cityscape ahead. He kept his thumb in the air. Then he’d walk backward to lift his other one to coax a ride. The back and forth…
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Continue reading →: For The Birds: A Wednesday Poem
Swooping, chirp-chattering, wings in stasis, gliding on nothing. Which one is the early bird, ear to the ground, yanking breakfast? She prayed to be a bird and fly away. I pray so I can fly around. I’ll skip the worm if birds can skip.
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Continue reading →: One Page on Pigs
A pig’s snout is a thing to behold. Like a shovel with nostrils, it is a tool to get to the underneath of things. I hope this isn’t too boorish, but when I’m not lying around or eating slop and such, I’m digging. I push the dirt with a piggy-backed…
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Continue reading →: April Complaint
I don’t want to talk about you, Or give a compliment or two. What have you given me But teasing buds on a tree? You tip nods and run away, Dipped below freezing today. It’s April, so stop fooling around, Get after it, soften the ground. “Its Michigan.” Such a…
Gerald the Writer 