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Matthew’s Trip
Matthew didn’t know where he was going. He strolled down the busy road on a Friday morning. He was shirtless, his white skin looking like a ghost in the dark. It was the first time he’d been outside in a long time. He wasn’t even sure where he was. Sure, this busy road felt familiar.…
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Tremosine Rain
The couple walked along the old cobblestone road of the small village in Tremosine, Italy. It had been a beautiful, sunny day, a stark contrast to the way Suzie Anne felt after her rough day at work. She’d gotten the official email notifying her that she had not been selected for the job she’d applied…
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Traffic and Crow
Lilly drove down Rainwater Road. It was afternoon. The clouds were building in the sky. She was trying to get back to her dad’s house before the storm came. Traffic was heavy, cars going north and south, traveling at interstate speeds in the 35 mph zone. She approached the stoplight, foot on the gas. It…
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Aspiring Writer
You’re all someone I aspire to be Pen in hand, paper at your fingertips Eyes and mind attuned Observing, thinking, connecting dots Spilling it out on the blank page Out of nothing come the plots You’re not daunted by barren land For your tool is the pen in your hand That white sheet, that blinking…
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Staycation
You’ve probably heard the term. Staycation. It’s like vacation, except you stay. At your home. Most people consider it second-rate, the alternative to a real vacation, particularly because they’re in some sort of financial bind and can’t afford a week long cruise or getaway to the ski lodge or to the mountains. So, they stay…
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Welcome, Fall
The summer is ending Leaves are drying up Sun setting sooner Water temperature dropping Time isn’t stopping No. It’s marching, as they say Forward to the future Here it is, September My soul beckons the fall I doubt my old friends remember me at all For it’s now been three summers ago When we are…
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Joseph
I read his obituary today It was short and belated He was only 38 Something in his wake has me frustrated I knew more about him than the post revealed But I didn’t really know him, did I? In that small memo his spirit appealed He was morbidly overweight Could barely breathe as he walked…
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I Look to You
Sometimes I wonder why You bother If I’m being honest There’s a lot wrong here I know it’s nothing new You’ve seen all these problems before The greed and the hate Injustice abounds The scales aren’t balanced It seems there’s no righteousness to be found There’s doors and walls, locks for a reason Weapons in…
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Myrtle
Myrtle You look like you are crying But your head is happy It’s puffy and pink, interspersed with green A pretty lady making a scene But your legs are crusty , worn, and weathered You’re scaling, shedding, falling apart Pink petals on the ground Coming undone, You work of art Maybe you know fall is…
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