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Continue reading →: >Lunch………….for One Shoot Sunday
>They already looked in the basketto see if there might be five loaves and two fish
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Continue reading →: >He Sang
> I heard my brother sing. He almost tiptoed to the mic. He barely was seen with a rose riding his lapel. I could hear behind me shoulders rubbing and breathing whispers and inhales that stopped short. Then fingers stepping and sliding on a guitars neck. Then fingers pulling on…
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Continue reading →: >Sinews and Synapses
> I tend to stand outside of them and think outside. Those moments open like a picture book. I see and wonder where the words went. I wonder and see what the words could be. Awww, hang it all I missed one again. Time to stretch and think about you.…
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Continue reading →: >Mother Earth……..for one shot.
> Mother Earth What is wrong with the world? We all sit on her axis and wonder how we can shift it. “Oh she shifted herself the other day.” But did we have any influence on her decision? Did we shave one too many rain forests as the stubble trips…
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Continue reading →: >A Poultry Encounter….a thanksgiving story.
> Just a Poultry EncounterIt happened while on the way back from Meijers. An immediate onset of “highway hypnosis” came as I finished the onramp to I-94 west. Destination was home. The back end of the van sagged with holiday food which included not one, but two frozen turkeys. I…
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Continue reading →: >Gray Daze…..Somethin’ Sunday
> Gray Daze No sun on a Sunday. Gray background rolled in my back yard. He will come back in the clouds, but not these kind. The stratus must be stacked high and sculpted like a Michelangelo. Smooth but strong angles with nothings dispersed within them. Those gaps and slits…
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Continue reading →: >They Were………….For my mother.
> Come now lay your heart on the chest of the father you once loved Come now let your hand reach up to take the large grip of a big brother Come now lift your feet up the steps of memory of those you knew freely Come now light your…
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Continue reading →: >Oh, I See?……..Friday Flash 55
> I’m moving like molasses while groping for my glasses but I don’t care I have more pairs does that mean I have glass asses glasseses? blurred by the pluralism see all the mural schism dyslexic writ I might just quit framed spectacle of criticism Sometimes a squint a little…
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Continue reading →: >Horizons….One Shot is all it takes…Join the One Shot Poetry mosh pit.
> Teach me how to put my linear reductions back into the curvature of the whole. I want to 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’ll sit with the sunrises and sunsets as…
Gerald the Writer 