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Continue reading →: Slip Knot
They say tie a knot and hang on. He did and he choked himself. He prayed for a slip of sorts, maybe Fruedian, so someone might see. Pulled tighter maybe this ball of tension will be easier to swallow. His throat had seized, not the day but…
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Continue reading →: I Like Your ‘Kind’. Random Or Not, It Is More Than A Bumper Sticker.
You waved your prosthetic limb above your wrinkles of smile. Your door was open at the end of the ramp and bottled water was offered me wheel chair high. How did your auto immunity break your leg? You were jumping on a trampoline with your grandchild?! …
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Continue reading →: Dipped. Reflections and Flecks
By the river, down. Water colors float. Eyes dip their lashes in. Brush strokes on air have taken leave of summer heat bare on breeze. A blink splashed flecks of auburn and bent yellow back into the sun. Trees kept…
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Continue reading →: Postcard: Dated: Present
There was no seal to be slit open. My attention flipped over. The scenes held in my hand. The evening light crowned trees like a stamp. Someone paid postage with beauty. On one side color rose with the setting sun and…
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Continue reading →: Squint. Sometimes It Is Nessesary To Gain Focus.
I didn’t want to. Eyes wide open toward the sun. The gold had thinned out toward the deep blue of forever. Where was the end of it? Sculpted clouds insisted I look away, their majesty butting in with finite beauty. Grey smudges in and around fine lines. I was driving…
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Continue reading →: Smile In My Pocket
She was thigh high and three. She turned and saw me stare and then without warning handed me a smile. It laid in my palm and straddled my life line. I smiled a ‘thank you’ back and closed my fingers over it. It was slipped into my pocket…
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Continue reading →: Soul Tunes; The Music Of Fall Approaches
There begins a song. Low and unnoticed. The percussion of leaves and nuts ironed underfoot. The troubadours of autumn overhead and overheard. They tune up as their formation points south. Cooler breezes play off the trees falling fingers. Like air through a harmonica notes stagger in stereo. …
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Continue reading →: Fall: They Fell For Fall and Colored Me.
The other night, the wind and rain slapped a lot of beauty out of their canopies. The rain fell on the leaves, the leaves fell like rain. The colors lay dead. I tried to rally my kids to pick them up. I gave them Elmer’s glue and a stapler.…
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Continue reading →: It Was A Time.
The dance began with the sun. It waltzed with the clouds and yellow was sent in pirouettes lightly upon the water. The wind put its arms around us all and led us to each other. * We saw “together.” When it was “I do,” they did. Our hearts had become…
Gerald the Writer 