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Continue reading →: Thanksgiving 2011
The folding table still stands with the acorn-autumn print under half consumed soda cans left like cairns. The horseshoe shaped counter lies it wait for a Ferrier to come and scrape off the travails and trail of a Thanksgiving feast. I am a little afraid of picking through the casserole…
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Continue reading →: The Shielding
When I phoned I heard our mothers calling us home for dinner. They were the background noise through the lines. Then the neighborhood came into view. I strolled its edges and street lights hung flashbacks low on the asphalt. I wondered if these streets ever experienced puberty. The street…
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Continue reading →: Additions
They were putting an addition onto a funeral home. Down the street they are adding onto the McDonald’s. More Burgers, more bodies? As we pound in the French fries like nails in our coffin, I reach for my shake, and my face becomes gaunt in the sucking. I…
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Continue reading →: Night Light
Odd, it used to be totally dark, and why not, they are asleep. They lie in their cradle, tucked in tight. . The other night I looked over as I drove past. I noticed little lights which were salted in the yard, in the garden of stones. . Then I…
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Continue reading →: Shoes Under Glass
Did they just slip them off? or Did they lean over to untie? or Did they sit in the dirt and pull? or Did they help one another yank boots? Possibly relief with a sigh was heard after days and daze of walking. Frayed laces and broken buckles. Souls worn…
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Continue reading →: Extensions
Metal hooks instead of hands and synthetic arms with no hair or freckles, and she walks down a busy road and waves to me. Her wave only extends breast high and I feel guilty for thinking of a Hitler salute. Waving back I wish I knew her…
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Continue reading →: Edges
It was interchangeable, sunrise or sunset and that was o.k. I love the edges of a day. It could have been Lake Michigan or Lake Gogebec and that was just fine. I love the shores all the time. There might have…
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Continue reading →: Dream Scrapin’
Woke up in dis mornin, got da sleep ina my eye, da coffee ain’t brewin, Ima too tired to cry…cause I was a tossin and turnin, a twitchin ana a churnin, dreamsa scrapin and burnin, whena emma I be learnin? cawz I done ate it right…
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Continue reading →: Horizons
I will lay the linear reductions into the curvature of the whole. I will think out and up to the horizon. I think I see the water tension of the world’s tear ducts before a blink. I think I will sit with the sunrises and sunsets as they share…
Gerald the Writer 