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Delusional

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“Yes, we can do so much in here. I so looove the industrial look of bare brick and metal accentuating those bars. So raw. So real. Yes, I’ll turn this place into an upmarket inner-city paradise that’ll win awards. You’ll see.” Continue reading “Delusional”

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

Indebted Luck - poem about debt

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”

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”

Boundaries Pushed

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‘Don’t. You. Dare.’

Continue reading “Boundaries Pushed”

A Floral Front

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He sniffed, wiped his nose on the cuff of his gloved hands that held the sharp snips he used to trim the stem on the thornless white rose. “Please feel free to browse.” His red eyes wandered over the slim build of the bottle blonde, turning her nose at his art. “Can’t find anything to suit?”

“I want different.” She popped her littlest fingernail into her mouth and teethed on its edge like a termite on timber.

“Of course, you do.” We all do. He sniffed, wiped beads of perspiration from his brow, and eyed the clock’s countdown.

“So, any tips?” Continue reading “A Floral Front”

Closed Gate

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              It used to be… Continue reading “Closed Gate”

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