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Continue reading →: Breathless
My apnea upends my wife’s dreams. Loud, German guttural sounds of snoring abruptly halt and she wakes to wait. Her breathing deepens with her anxiety. My dreams continue, although I know not. Maybe I am at the lake with the kids pretending to be a sturgeon weaving low…
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Continue reading →: Ticket to Ride 2 (In Poetic Form)
Yesterday, on the way to work, I heard that around 10:30a.m. a bus-sized asteroid would pass by the earth. 36,750 miles out and heavy on the gas pedal. I phoned work immediately and told them I was sick. The flu, I told them…more like One Flew Over… I ended…
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Continue reading →: Moved
Salt water was on tap. That was yesterday. I dragged a trailer around town transferring the material world of my mother and daughter. My mother is about to move into assisted living. My oldest daughter moved out, again. For my mother it will be the final assist before she goes…
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Continue reading →: “Isn’t That Spatial?”
The Church Lady, Dana Carvey’s mistress of religious ambiguity, is not what I was thinking specifically when that phrase popped into my mind. It happened early the other morning, about 5:15a.m. to be exact. I was on my way to church and while winding my way through Van Buren County…
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Continue reading →: Somethin’ Sunday…In the cool of the day.
Someone mentioned the phrase “in the cool of the day” recently. A poetic nerve twitched in me and my thoughts were directed to the phrases origin. It is a beautiful description set in a time when the first “hide and seek” game was taking place. Please excuse me while I…
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Continue reading →: Ticket to Ride
Yesterday, on the way to work, I heard that around 10:30a.m. an asteroid about the size of a bus would be passing by the earth. It would be very close, nearly 36,000 miles out and traveling at an ungodly speed, of which I cannot remember. I immediately called in to…
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Continue reading →: Murder
When came the light upon the eastern ridge, the trees crowned with fire hold black winged fight. A day awake and yawning and a murder skips across the gaps in the canopy. Yet again they talk boisterously and aid interruption of created things besides myself. I simple black line of…
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Continue reading →: Snow Print
Symmetrical surprise touched down, down on the green glow of labor. A screening on a Friday night. Sun down, feet down into treads, gaits shortening along the driveways, and shorter breathes and longer thoughts of a weekend on the way. Sinus pressure with the low. An innumerable silence fell…
Gerald the Writer 