Month: April 2015

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Sidewalk Chalk

My ladies are outside, where they feel at home. I can see them through the living room window enjoying themselves in the dying rays of the Monday afternoon sun. Heidi is raking sand from the edge of the property, left over from the snowplow as it drove through here on autopilot all winter long. Sand … Continue reading Sidewalk Chalk

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Blur

I was drunk by noon, just another day in a long line of similarity, trapped in repetitions better left for those with nothing better to do. It wasn’t my fault either, but even I couldn’t make myself believe that convenient lie. It’s poison, the drink I always preferred, that turned my keen gaze into imperfection … Continue reading Blur

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The Joy of Text

If I had to describe the difference between my written words and my spoken words I would have to say that in writing I feel so much more comfortable. I think it shows too. I remember one of the first times my wife observed me writing, she said that it looked like I was in … Continue reading The Joy of Text

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Smoke & Ash

The coals glow candy apple red Sparkling with a feisty inner fire A carpet as if finally unfurled Waiting for a resurrection He stands at the smoky margin His feet, scabbed and blistered From those multitudinous trials Seeking partial salvation They join this dancing cacophony On the edge of something beautiful As the man ahead … Continue reading Smoke & Ash