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Beach Day
“Come on, Ash!” Molly yelled from the porch. A few joggers trotted by. Ash saw something fall from one of their pockets, just another piece of trash for her to collect. She walked over to it. The plastic piece had three arms coming out of its square base and it fit in her hand perfectly.
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Writer’s Block
There’s a block in my way It’s invisible But I know it’s there Just like air Every day It stands in my path And makes me miserable Maybe it’s why I clean the house And run and read Looking for motivation or inspiration Trying to wiggle around the frustration But I’m left still dreaming About
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Outpouring of a Melted Heart
There are no words There are no songs or poems, dances or talks No deeds or gifts That could precisely say The way I feel because of what You’ve done You told me what happened Through imperfect people You wrote the story Liars and cowards, the fearful, the sick, the “enemy” Somehow through this history
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Carl and the AC Unit
Carl had worked outside his whole life. He was happy to finally be retired. Here he was, at 68, with leathery, callused hands, alone in his one bedroom home just outside Death Valley. He loved his AC window unit that he’d purchased on the day he retired. The white, 25 pound, 2×3 foot receptacle fit
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An Old Friend’s Birthday
It’s your birthday today I texted you this morning – a happy one The text message ratios are my three to your none But love doesn’t keep score You’re moving on, anyway I just really miss how it was before Hanging out on a whim Trips and runs, card games and fun Coffee shops, good
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Hurt Doctor
I was working as a new physician in family medicine. Patient Jones asked me for a refill of his oxycodone. He’d failed his last drug screen. It was too soon to refill his meds, anyway. I asked him for a urine sample to check a drug screen. He said he couldn’t provide one. I told
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Shattered Glass
I drove to your house yesterday Interstate and back roads A Sunday afternoon in May Dinner with you and your husband But not like how it used to be Your husband is new The house is too You show us your house And you seem happy I try to be too But wish we could
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Puppy Dreams
Paws twitching Laden breathing Nose flipping This is Billy dreaming He spent the day at Happy Tails His heart’s now delighted Puppy eyelids heavy Tail fanned and holding steady – along the hardwood Rambunctious energy finally quieted He’s ready A tired dog is a dog that’s good Exhausted, content, safe Gone for the night I
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