Monthly Archives: April 2016

Terror

I’ll be the gunner beside you walking in the night. It’s a thing, so beautiful from the start. Taught to walk with sincerity. But a great terror. To you, a beautiful terror to do your will. Like my brothers, the … Continue reading

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Outfield Terror at Twelve

I remember the smell of a newly oiled leather glove and its awkward fit on my left hand I remember an eternal sea of grass where I was surrounded by infinite no see-ums I remember playing the outfield because the … Continue reading

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Life the in Day

Jumping behind the wheel, it’s a race between home and work. Both are reluctant to be part, even for a minute. A shared meal entices with olfactory teasing. Prayer and reflection – savoring quiet time with a loved one. Framed … Continue reading

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Long Lines of Democracy

Across the country – mud slinging and name calling. Is that the answer? As thoughts take action, neighbors revealed their true selves, by casting ballots. The fog dispersed. Morning shed new light on life – candidates chosen. What were we … Continue reading

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Oh Darling, Yes I Do

With hair a mess and morning breath I am a sight to see. Until I brush and clean myself, Please keep your eyes closed tight. Do you love me anyway? Oh Darling, yes I do. With lovely hair and brilliant … Continue reading

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Fires Going Down

Sound the alarm and let it ring Then get me some milk to help with the zing. Extinguish the fire that burns on my tongue. Hurry before it gets in my lung. Oh why did i eat, something so hot. … Continue reading

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Said Better, Simply

We both asseverate, it is just plain axiomatic, starting the day any other way is just plain stupid. Otherwise desultory mornings ascertain propitious levels of crankiness and rotten headaches Indubitably she rose with a perfunctory walk to the kitchen for … Continue reading

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