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Continue reading →: Hall Light
I sat and watched my mother doze off in a Stryker bed. Her head tilted and cricked to one side. She mumbled a little and snored a bit. It was an afternoon nap and we just were. I wondered if I might stay until bedtime so I could tuck…
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Continue reading →: Wind Drift
“Do you get my drift?” I sent it over a week ago. It came with the cold front over the lake. The winds were persevering all the way past the county line. I lined it up along north 2nd street. It still leans over the shoulder. The temporary edifice is…
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Continue reading →: Lake Effect
As one who works outside for a living, seeing the effects of wind over a warm bath called Lake Michigan, I am tempted to call my mom and ask her to dress me for the day. Snow pants. Mittens with a string. Over boots with buckles. Scarf. Jacket buttoned all…
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Continue reading →: Monday 2012
According to the Aztec’s this year is the beginning of the end. According to the historical reality the end is near if we think things through. Soap bubbles form. If we squint we can see our reflection before they burst their residue on the horizontals. Mortal madness forms without a…
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Continue reading →: Mrs. Stanger
My teacher would hold it under her chin. Somehow upside-down words for her became right-side-up imagination for me. And the pages would mumble between her finger and thumb. The glossy scenes of color would move. Sneeches, Dick and Jane, and Tigger too interacting by her inflections over the…
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Continue reading →: Any Other Way
Oh God, come any other way, but not as a child. Come in a space ship so we can claim you as an alien, as a figment of our imagination. Wash up on earth’s shore so we can claim you as a castaway an unknown, scraggly and salt…
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Continue reading →: Confessions
She asked for her chair to be brought over and when I stopped by, there she sat with a simple smile and knitting with old hands. I said hi and she said hi. I heard her voice, the one that answered her machine at her house. “This is mom’s place,…
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Continue reading →: Callahan’s Nine
On Dashing, On Damsel, On Prankster, and Vixen, On Vomit, On Stupid, On Donetello, and Blitzkrieg… But do you recall the most famous second string reindeer of all? Well, do ya …. punk?
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Continue reading →: Monday after…Sunday after…Thursday
It is time to leave. Not to Afghanistan, Not to Iraq, Not to South Korea or Vietnam or the Normandy Coast. Death will be not proud. I will dress in my browns, infantry boots shined and winter proofed. The packages will come over hill and over dale. The chocolate colored…
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Continue reading →: Give Me a Bite of that Apple
because I’m definitely outside the garden. I’m out in the carb jungle and it shows. Where can I buy fig leaves with spandex? I know why A and E hid. I know why I want to hide. My pants don’t fit right, I mean, I don’t mean to sag, that’s…
Gerald the Writer 