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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…
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Continue reading →: One Page on The Art of Finishing
(and a thought on tariffs) I’ve moved more books than read them. Shelves, piles, and stacks journeyed from eight different homes to be reorganized for renewed perusal. They sit like a multitude of concubines hoping to be picked for my morning coffee. I’ll wager several novels could have been written…
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Continue reading →: Mumbling Sky
A low murmur thunder Rolled past this way. Made me sigh in wonder If it had a place to stay. * There wasn’t a flash In this windswept day. Not even a crash Through the pouring spray. * No bright razor edge To peal the sky in two. Nor a…
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Continue reading →: One Page on Medical Specialties
And I waited in the waiting room. (Redundant, yet poetic, don’t you think?) I observed each person’s hands and arms as they checked in. Many bandage sightings later I was called back, but not before I asked a man next to me, “Have you told her?” “Told her what?” “That…
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Continue reading →: Friday Fiction! What’s Eating You? Chapter one part B
(FYI, I reinstalled a subscribe box at the end of this post. All you have to do is insert your e-mail address and you’ll hear from me each time I post. Then you can decide when you want to open and read content. I’ll adjust and ease up on the…
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Continue reading →: Red Planet Playground
We’re heading to Mars And I’m taking the lead. It’s not too far If we go at light speed. * I’ve been there before, It’s no big deal. Only a ball of rocks, And planet appeal. * Yeah, it’s cold and dusty, Not a good spot to stay. Some think…
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Continue reading →: One Page on Twiddling my Thumbs
It ain’t so easy today. Yesterday more than one nurse said, “The log spitter won, eh?” I am overwhelmed with the plethora of paths I could take this thumb sucking ordeal. Wow. That’s gonna hurt. That’s what I thought before I took my glove off and gave my buddy a…
Gerald the Writer 