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Blocked

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‘Everyone hates me,’ cried Monday. Continue reading “Blocked”

Graduation

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Graduating, already. Next its university, marriage, and then I’ll be a grandfather. Old. Like my father hunched over crossword puzzles grumbling about medical costs. Yet, Continue reading “Graduation”

Indebted Luck

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I know it’s somewhere I shouldn’t be

pawning away my heart

on a secret sidelined spending spree.

But I’m over waiting for that break in traffic

to re-order my life in a closed-up drive-thru. Continue reading “Indebted Luck”

A Tradition Is A Tradition

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He gulped and licked the salt from his lips. ‘Again, tell me why I’m doing this?’

‘You have to, it’s the rules of engagement,’ she said. Continue reading “A Tradition Is A Tradition”

Charging Sunsets Past

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To my dearest Tracey,

Remember the first time I rang you? Continue reading “Charging Sunsets Past”

The Personal Ad

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As Popeye,

I’m seeking a new Olive Oyl to sail a sea of endless sunsets.

Must have personality first & be willing to drive a boat. Continue reading “The Personal Ad”

Finding Lost

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days lost

as a recycled relic

alive behind jigsaws of glass & brick

just shifting mortar in this dead man’s dance

where the rabid rabbit is trapped in a clockwork spiral

where the tick  crawls on that walled clock of damned denial Continue reading “Finding Lost”

Cocoon of Corridors

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Dark’s fingers creep like ghosts that linger. They envelop the skin, infiltrate the bloodstream, to smother the last embers of the soul’s flame. Here, doors open but it’s impossible to peek inside or find the courage to visualize beyond their darkness.

Yet, it’s curiously comforting. This cocoon of corridors Continue reading “Cocoon of Corridors”

Let The Cliches Rain

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‘Not talking about condoms.’

‘Recruitment companies?’

‘I said umbrella. You know, the portable shade structure created a thousand of years ago, used only by the ancient Egyptian aristocrats. Obviously, waterproofing and storm strength wasn’t needed in the land of sand with this piece of — ’

‘Are you having an umbrella moment?’ Continue reading “Let The Cliches Rain”

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