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I like to think that he is you Though his red crest is unlike your gray curls And his feathered wing is not like your fragile hands But he sings and chirps and flutters as he feeds And it makes me think of you laughing While we do nothing, waiting for supper For the night…
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Days came and went. Months came and went. Summer came and went. The start of school came and went. Thanksgiving, and then Christmas, came and went. Steven and I heard nothing from David and Marian. Despite invitations to barbeques, birthdays, holidays and celebrations. Their silence was a cold stone in my belly. I blamed myself…
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I crumpled yet another sheet of paper into a ball, tossing it into the garbage along with the dozen others already there. Whenever I got going, there was always too much to say, and the letter ended up being too long and convoluted to make any sense to the reader. It needed to be clear.…
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We’re not evolved for modern life Our genes aren’t coded To call to replace our gas meters, Investigate how a payment was made for you At the doctor’s office or For computerized cars and refrigerators that connect to wifi. No. We’re evolved for wandering across the steppe, Tending crops which we planted In the loam…
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I have baked enough berry pies to know That if you don’t squeeze a lemon Into the filling Your guests will say “it’s sweet” And this will not be the compliment That it should be. And I have made enough lemonade to know That if you only squeeze the lemons And fail to add the…
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My child knows that I have scars Which she cannot see Underneath this smile and my desire To find, through the rain, the beauty Of a rainbow. She does not have the words To comfort me How could she When the things that should have been Said by friends and God Weren’t said at all? …
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Sometimes I think about a boy I knew when I was young Who had the thoughts of someone who was young And acted on them in a particular way That showed how young he was, Not only because he was young But also because he could. And I think about my friends who were also…
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Why would I want to give you anything After you misunderstood so much about me? Why would I want to sit at a table with you After you put my chair in the corner? Why would I want to be let back in After you told me to wait outside And promised that as long…
The Quick and the Dead
Short stories. Creative experiments. Ideas that might not pan out.
The Quick and the Dead 