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Continue reading →: Monday Muse
One page on civil discourse. I asked AI to write a 250-word essay on this topic. Never have I tried that before. The results were impressive and frightful. I’ll never have to think again. Anyway, in my own words (perhaps) I shall fill in some verbiage on civil discourse. Civil…
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Continue reading →: Friday Fiction! End of the Line Chapter One: Part B
More of a short story. Time slowed to a crawl, despite two squirrels playing a vigorous round of tree-tag. The hill wasn’t steep until he negotiated it with his own two legs. Mark’s breathing was more labored but controlled. In through the nose, out through the mouth. The walk teased…
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Continue reading →: Line Breaks
This is the end of the line, As one breaks so breaks another. Decisions on where to slice, Piece of cake. * No, not so easy on the ledge, Looking down and dizzy. An abysmal abyss below, What’s up with this? * Poetry, what happened? I’ve forgotten where to stop,…
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Continue reading →: Monday Muse: A page on advertising.
The camera focused on the light beer container which landed in the endzone. Some fan threw a Hail-Mary pass from the stands and there it lay for millions to see. The playoff game was interrupted for a moment. My first thought was product placement. If you’ve ever seen The…
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Continue reading →: Friday Fiction
(Follow a short story a half chapter at a time. Approx 500 words.) End of the Line Chapter One Part A Sometimes you must go-it alone. The thought came like some aphorism of hope. It felt like a big gaping hole. More sayings came scrolling though. It’s always darkest…
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Continue reading →: One Page on Stuff
There’s a lot of schlepping going on. Every January we shuffle stuff. Get rid of stuff. Why do we have so much stuff? This round I got sick of all the extra trinkets in my office. Too much distraction. I got minimizing, with the goal of stashing and stuffing hiding…
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Continue reading →: One Page on Time
2024 sure whisked by. Time speeds up as we get older, wouldn’t you agree? An illusion that seems so true. I’ve experienced this. Someone elucidated about time travel somewhere. Not the flux capacitor kind, but like history encapsuled in a bottle, and tossed in a river. The tick and the…
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Continue reading →: One Page on Recovery
Recovery infers covering something up again. I find I’m taking cover often. For example, the bigger the crowd, the quicker I retreat. That’s not a good thing considering the size of my family. The tail end of 2024 is wagging, and we’re thankful we made it through. But a…
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Continue reading →: One Page on Christmas
Sometimes I can’t see the forest for the Christmas trees. “Pick one. Only one. Go on out there. Take an uber sleigh to a farm. Hop out, hatchet in one hand, and your other hand clasping a loved one. Trudge though the powdered sugar snow and drag one out.” “It’s…
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Continue reading →: One Page on Archie
I took a cat nap with a dog on my lap. The ghost of Dr. Suess woke me up. The Archie, the pup with a short leg complex stared right though me. His dog breath laced his words. “I am not going to leave you alone. Get used to…
Gerald the Writer 