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Continue reading →: One Page on Dogs
Dog Exists. Once you have one, they become ubiquitous. Recently I hopped on a plane to the twin cities. My brother had a mysterious serious health issue. While there I got reacquainted with Ceasar, their old family pet. His life was simple, yet stately. Food, lifting a leg etcetera, and…
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Continue reading →: Friday Fiction! End of the Line chapter five.
Is there a synonym for visceral? When I lost her in the surf, the lacerations of panic tore all the way through. I wanted desperately to make sense of it. My head and my heart were at odds. The past month was a knockdown, drag out, fight. What I need…
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Continue reading →: Cool Conversation
The wind swayed a tall pine. The whispers fell like needles into my innermost. The snow flurried along my spine. The cold curled around my cheek bones. The glistening and listening. The “thank you” cool from my lungs.
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Continue reading →: One Page on Home
I kept blaming my absent Muse. How dare she abandon me when I’m in a peaceful setting. A home splashed with creativity on every wall, and workmanship on display even when opening a door. I’ve been in three homes since crossing back and forth over the Mississippi river. I came…
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Continue reading →: Friday Fiction: End of the Line Chapter Four
I had never ridden in an ATV. Norm set the gas can in a crate. “Hop in.” The bucket seat of this glorified go-cart wasn’t designed for comfort. I strapped in, and the only thing Mister Norm strapped was his hat. I had put my windbreaker back on…
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Continue reading →: Break Up
Because a breakdown won’t do. Snap a chopstick in two, The shrapnel flies. * Hard to fracture a heart, Not a place to start, Shred and strengthen. * Ventricles pound, Blood rebounds, Aerobics. * Down won’t do, Not this time, Break up.
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Continue reading →: One Page on Resilience
Resilience definition: Capable of withstanding shock without permanent deformation; tending to recover or adjust quickly to misfortune or change. This concept showed up several times the past few days, and I believe I have some of this. We all do. There is always room for growth, especially in bouce-back-ed-ness. Saturday,…
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Continue reading →: Friday Fiction: End of the Line Chapter 2
Mark turned the corner and noticed power lines. He checked his cell. Still no bars. After about mile he saw a person by the road. As he got closer the shrubs surrounding the mailbox gave only the appearance of a human. The flag was up on the box. After a…
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Continue reading →: Infinity Split/Wednesday Poetry
I avoid splitting infinities. But a log? Right down the middle. Sliced and diced. Quartered and sequestered. Racked and stacked. The goal: a fiery furnace To set a tone, a test, A temp. It crackles me up. I get stoked And place my thoughts In the center glow, To…
Gerald the Writer 