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Fair Exchange

Fair Exchange

Fair Exchange The handyman came when he said he’d come. He came and painted the main bedroom. Half way through the work, she offered him a cold soft drink. He accepted, thanking her. As he worked, she asked him about his other jobs. She asked him about his wife and children and where they lived […]

Steady Diet of Hope

Steady Diet of Hope

Steady Diet of Hope Offering the benefit of doubt, I try to reconcile your lack of common decency with some form of decency. Giving you the benefit of doubt, I play fast and loose with what common decency might be. Maybe there’s something about decency I don’t understand. I’m neither Jesus nor Aristotle, after all. […]

8 miles

8 miles

8 Miles I’d listened to his bullshit for over an hour. The dumbest, dullest, most boring bullshit that only an equally boring dullard might take any pleasure in. Listening to a branch creak in the wind, a root spread or a pipe drip would have been a better way to spend the hour. The same […]

Cursed

Cursed

Cursed The old man said he didn’t want to go to the thrift store anymore. When I took him out to eat, we’d always passed the Goodwill. Whenever we passed, he’d always said, “Sometime I’d like to go to that Goodwill. I like going around and looking at all the things.” I’d noted the Chinese […]

Starts

Starts

Starts My mother rarely calls or messages. I call or message my mother even less than she calls or messages me. About the only time I call or message or go see her is for a birthday, holiday or when one of the carnival games of her illnesses and injuries – some real, some feigned […]

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Steady Diet of Hope
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Steady Diet of Hope

Steady Diet of Hope Offering the benefit of doubt, I try to reconcile your lack of common decency with some … Continue reading Steady Diet of Hope

Blind Side
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Blind Side

Blind Side The blind side of me wants to know about the shapes, colors and forms of the world. The … Continue reading Blind Side

Die Every Day
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Die Every Day

Die Every Day i’d rather die every day than go on living for another single day i’d rather die every … Continue reading Die Every Day

Holiday Cheer
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Holiday Cheer

Holiday Cheer there’s no worse time than the holidays imposing enforcing our predetermined roles and preordained sentiments what are you? … Continue reading Holiday Cheer

Changing Grades
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Changing Grades

Changing Grades does it ever feel like you’re faking your own report card? does it ever feel you’re changing your … Continue reading Changing Grades

If I Knew
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If I Knew

If I Knew i don’t want to die but for the life of me i can’t make sense of how … Continue reading If I Knew

Too Much
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Too Much

Too Much maybe there’s no more to living than some marriages where vows and a housewife cooking and cleaning for … Continue reading Too Much

On Roses
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On Roses

“Paraphrase of an adage that pertains to nearly all of us-Sure, sometimes they’ve been the thorn, but they should be … Continue reading On Roses

Common Cause
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Common Cause

Common Cause the new gods we need haven’t caught up with the new ways we have the new truths we … Continue reading Common Cause

Thanksgiving
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Thanksgiving

Thanksgiving places to be and ways to feel wishing to feel none of it wishing to be nowhere but here … Continue reading Thanksgiving

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