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Continue reading →: Stream of Consciousness
“It may be that when we no longer know what to do, we have come to our real work and when we no longer know which way to go, we have begun our real journey. The mind that is not baffled is not employed. The impeded stream is the…
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Continue reading →: “Lord, Make me A Bird…” Jenny From Forrest Gump
Most birds can stand on their own two feet. The hummingbird can only perch. The ostrich can only walk. The sandpiper sprints. Robins hop. Most birds can stand on their own two feet. They can define gravity but live to defy it.
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Continue reading →: Pondering Walden. For my son Nathan. A Poem
We live close to the 42nd parallel. Hitch-hiking isn’t necessary. My son and I could walk to the answer of the universe. This orb wrapped and warped in time zones in which we are set in the illusion of stop motion frames. Nothing ever stops. The rain pelts and the…
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Continue reading →: In The Line Of Fire
Fire that warms a lonely soul has taken a toll. They covered with blankets not to find warmth but to insulate from a passing hell. They fell asleep underneath the line of fire. Fire that warms a lonely soul has left more lonely still.
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Continue reading →: Where’s Prufrock? Monday Monday
Settle down Monday, don’t push or crowd or cut in line. Be patient while I brush up before your sun cups me round and round. I’ll tie my shoes later after coffee spoons have measured me. Monday, a click track of existence, set a pace down between these lungs. I…
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Continue reading →: HummingbirdHe perched and his baton beak led the orchestral nature of things. Back and forth it swung. A minute ago his wings hummed at 80fps (80 flaps per second) to keep a pudgy belly afloat and filled. Then I heard chirp chattering between two of them. Over the hum a…
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Continue reading →: Conversations Across The Floor.
Words glided across the floor and rose on toes occasionally. Gray hair flew and a white dress flowed. Father and daughter dancing a private conversation in front of everyone. Winged tips shuffled on air and crystal slippers clinked like long stemmed wine glasses. We a sipped on their conversation of…
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Continue reading →: Shadows and Stepping Stones
Originally posted on Gerald the Writer: It’s early and I step into emotion. A dozen years laid down and tears that burned off so many sunrises ago now build up in cloud filled memories. The precipitation begins and I shuffle through all those that have cast their shadow on me…
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Continue reading →: If A Blog Falls In The Forest, Does Anybody Hear It?
My blog is upset with me. So I took it for a ride. I set it in the middle of Kellogg forest. It is there thinking things over.
Gerald the Writer 