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Continue reading →: >Peace, Be Still
> I saw that you paced yourself and that graced disclosure of your ingrained past rose I wondered where your shadows would lie pared from your impressive gait I didn’t care what formed you that hourglass figure trickled sand in foot shaped cairns and I prayed for the winds to…
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Continue reading →: >Bad Ire Day…for FFF….join the crew today! It’s a hoot.
> Don’t take that poetic tone with me! Put that metaphor down and back away slowly. A little less alliteration, leave letters lie. About those similes, they are like, like, like…identical twins. Don’t talk to me in meters and rhyme, I’m not in the mood, out of time. Give it…
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Continue reading →: >I Don’t Know
> “I don’t know.” A non answer weakly dispersed from his mouth after minutes of pursed lipped wonder. One of many simple questions laid to rest under his crossed arms. Ten white knuckles throbbing, two fists hang by his hips. I thought to myself, “I don’t know either.” I don’t know…
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Continue reading →: >Assumption
> Now there’s a woman that might understand me. Let me see if this does anything for me. She re-inhales it like Ottoman incense. Eyes closed. I still like the smell before it is lit. There’s an exquisite juggler of wine, Cubana and the mystical fog between them. This isn’t…
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Continue reading →: >Sniffle
> A foggy head laying low in a foggy heart. A ragged start. A sinus silo filling in with pressure grain. What a pain. Little I think above the mucus descent. My thoughts are bent. A nasal muse a mist to be sprayed. How I prayed. I saw my dad…
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Continue reading →: >She Was She Is
> Pain was amongst the close circle of friends for she would visit with suffering faithfully for 20 years. Each prick and poke a tiny sting of death. Each stay wondering maybe if her address would change. For each suction of life from her a greater breath for life would…
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Continue reading →: >Arch Lines
> we kissed beneath the arch of who we thought we were just two kids plain as notebook paper line upon line our stories told as our shadows settled under us Photo by Katherine Forbes our featured photogragher for One Shoot Sunday. Sure, a picture is worth a thousand words, but…
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Continue reading →: >Do The Math…She Did
> one drinking mother two incapable parents plus inattention multiplied by abuse equals one minus one corpus callosum plus several seizures add one shunt and dozens times dozens of social miscues divided by wry smiles plus one pure voice of song add two new parents plus patience and hope go…
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Continue reading →: >White Out
> The white angels descend straight down with their feet curled toes to touch the whipped cream. And it seems. Each one a sound catcher with their wings as embroidered doilies buffering heaven from earth. And it seems. They touch down and interlock into a mass of communal insignificance spread…
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Continue reading →: >Caffeine Nation
>There is a sound that needs to be identified with a word. The sound that lifts from A mug as a wave of Seattle blend curves and rides the walls until it flattens around a rim. The low tones that ride an octave like an aria. It’s a clarion call…
Gerald the Writer 