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Christmas Eve Zombie Apocalypse
We were driving to the Christmas Eve service The evening ahead was sure to be a circus Small talk with strangers or ones we see once a year Do you ever wonder what we’re doing here? We discussed the zombie apocalypse It was the kindest thing I’d ever heard on his lips – that he
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My Husband’s Saturday Night
It was the morning of the winter solstice I went into the kitchen to get my morning bolus A mix of Maxwell House and Starbucks Sumatra roast When I realized once again that I love you most The evidence was strewn about That the previous night you had wild out Your mug didn’t make it
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My Penchant for Obituaries
I start my day by reading the obituaries Even, I admit, when I should be praying or reading the Bible But something about the pull of the deceased is unrivaled I calculate people’s ages based on the dates given If not explicitly written I ascertain the cause of death: “old age” for the lucky, neurological
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E-Commerce Clutches
The other day I sat in front of the laptop And I just sat, I was stopped Amazon was on the screen At my fingertips was everything But my fingers didn’t move the cursor toward the search bar I thought about how we already have everything yet we’re falling apart What does it mean that
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Boardwalk Run Prayer
The Christmas lights were touted as the attraction But I was there for the action – running Adjacent to the Atlantic On winter’s eve, it was stunning The sand, the colors, the sky, the spectators – were all pedantic As I ran in the cold, at sunset, it was still too bright to see the
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The Elusive FOMO
Everyone talks about “FOMO” like it’s someone’s name But I’ve learned it’s not an enemy or my old friend Moe Fear of Missing Out It’s why some people do what they do A form of guilt, perhaps? FOMO is what people use to fill in the gaps My old friend, who I view as Lady
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The Girl and the English Teacher
The girl said plaintively, “There’s nothing to write about!” And her English teacher said, “Write about that” The teacher wore purple, had white hair, and was stout The girl whipped out her writing pad And wrote about nothing How there is never nothing In 10th grade English class She ate her peanut butter sandwich and
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Community Beach (in December)
How many times have we been on this beach? After all these years it still has something to teach Like a loyal friend, it’s always been here for me I love it most in winter, in December Just before Christmas No one else is there Just me and my pup The whole place glistens We
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