worrying about other matters

(I was folding clothes, mind you, and this wouldn’t leave me alone.) So now here I sit, on a corner of a bed with several loads waiting to be sorted and folded, water rationing allowing me to only do laundry twice a week, half-listening to a god-awful transmission of a basketball game and my...
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Dead Eye

  Be the shadow of the sky falling ‘cross the tops of trees. Be the shadow of the sky.   When I was young, I oft crept to the edge of red clay on the ridge of Grandpa’s farm. The rocks were jutted just like the foundation rock that tore skin from my inner...
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Not One More

Not One More

  How much Dissonance How many Innocents How many lives Need be snuffed out Before this nation Stands up to shout “Not one more!” How many Sons and daughters How many Moms and fathers How many times Will people die Before this nation Rallies ‘round the cry “Not one more!” How many Must be...
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CONNECTION

CONNECTION

I could lie transfixed Cooling desert beneath Far from cities Spilling their light Wastefully into heaven And easily find Sirius Amidst all that Incredible glory Daring me to play Connect the dots So too Did I find you Amongst gibbering throngs Of clangorous people Simply by listening For the incessant Susurration of Your own...
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The Apology (Flash Fiction)

The Apology (Flash Fiction)

  Your back is an implacable wall of rejection. I want to touch you, but instead curl my hand tightly against my chest, determined to be strong, reasonable. “I didn’t mean to embarrass you.” Silence. “You weren’t listening, Roy. Now you’re not talking.” “What do you want me to say, Katy? Thanks for treating...
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Reflecting On Yesterdays

Reflecting On Yesterdays

Reflecting on Yesterdays gone There was such hunger We were much younger Examining life As man and wife Our own future making Through giving and taking The struggles and ease Of days we would seize Folding what matters Into birthday cake batters Remaining side-by-side Dorien Grey groom and bride Vows silent and spoken Kept...
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The Urn

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Had it been Wednesday, Jane would have been sweeping but as it was Tuesday, she was dusting for that is what Jane did on Tuesdays. As she dusted, she hummed a song her mother used to listen to as Jane was growing up. She had long since forgotten the words but the tune lurked...
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you’d wonder about the dead. whether thoughts gnaw in the come-to-less cavities searching, uselessly, for a way out. the tongue dumb and heavy, then eaten slowly, losing strength. imagine, whether the self- consciousness as everything is stripped away- this to become a worm’s meal, that earth, the other a bit of tree. a natural...
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The Singers on the Beach

The Singers on the Beach

A group of beautiful, slender, tanned young men are on a huge blanket a few yards away, their tiny bathing suits essentially moot. Their lazy chatter and the smoke from their European cigarettes drift over to the two of them in light, caressing little waves. They are half asleep, the sex and sun and ocean breeze stunning them both into near catatonia.

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