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Is he sharp?

he’s sharp sharp as a razor whose blade no longer cleanly slices but gouges skin and scrapes across blemish leaving seeping wounds of pain that lingers and small pools of blood that quickly spread across the semi-stubbled face it leaves … Continue reading

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Midday Funk

I was trying to write while I had a few moments after lunch. I had to skip my walk today and had little energy. So,…the result. midday funk after lunch chicken slices hit the spot and now I sit on … Continue reading

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The Song

This is a reflection of my friendships at work. I wrote this at my new desk on a Friday and found it in my notes. I recently moved from an office of ten people, where I’ve worked for 4 years, … Continue reading

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Words…

The words escape me, but I know I felt it sometime today When I feel it again I’ll be ready With words

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Where are the words?

I’m discovering some things about myself during this adventure in writing. They’re not all new things, nor are they necessarily great revelations about anything significant (except, maybe, to me). It’s just that I am noticing and paying attention to my … Continue reading

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Awake!

And now I venture into different poetic styles, I tried to write a haiku earlier (Is it Spring yet?), and now I attempt to capture my morning in a cinquain ala Adelaide Crapsey. What do you think? Morning’s Easy silence Prepares … Continue reading

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Morning O’s

a box, a bowl, a spoon, a mug a kitchen scale in the wings water heating on the stove with anticipation sings hot coffee, milk on cheerios how I love those little rings simple joys to start my day prepare … Continue reading

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