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Dandelions

Dandelions

Dandelions Kurt sat cold at the end of his driveway, a bowl of sugary offerings for the children settled in his lap. He treasured Halloween, but the festivity was winding down. Night had completely fallen. Most of the children and parents had come and gone. Parents with children dressed as pirates and superheroes and princesses, […]

Escalade Dreams

Escalade Dreams

Escalade Dreams I’m intrigued by certain correlations. Sometimes I’m struck by bits of information and try to fit them together like pieces of a puzzle. The human puzzle, I guess you could (pretentiously) say. One of these bits is the obsession with the Cadillac Escalade. Heck, I probably shouldn’t care. There’s better things to think […]

The Gamble

The Gamble

The Gamble Fitzi went all in on four Queens/8 high. Jimmy beat him with a straight flush of hearts. He raked Fitzi’s chips into his pile. “You buying back in?” Jimmy asked. Jimmy had all the luck. It confounded Fitzi because Jimmy didn’t appear to be much of a man of God. He didn’t even […]

Lab-Grown Meat

Lab-Grown Meat

Lab-Grown Meat There’s an online petition to stop lab-grown meat from being served in schools. When I heard about it, I needed to know more. The petition lists reasons why serving lab-grown meat in schools is a bad idea. These reasons are kind of boring, so I scrolled down to where people have posted videos […]

Fingernails

Fingernails

Fingernails Sometimes, when I cross the line to Indiana, I stop at Howie’s truck stop diner for a pork tenderloin sandwich. See, I was born and raised in Indiana. Now I live just across the state line. But, because I’m a Hoosier by birth, when I go over to Indiana and pass by Howie’s, I […]

Category: poetry

Stupid, Simple Lines
poetry

Stupid, Simple Lines

Stupid, Simple Lines in a dream an old woman said emptiness is the percussion of faith i woke up i … Continue reading Stupid, Simple Lines

Restlessness
poetry

Restlessness

“For one does not become a man through science, art or religion—to say nothing of philosophy—but through a self-conscious rejection … Continue reading Restlessness

Factory Shine
poetry

Factory Shine

Factory Shine pay attention very close attention to the simple-minded the 2 or 3 times divorced the bonded the welfared … Continue reading Factory Shine

Keep It Lean
poetry

Keep It Lean

Keep It Lean keep it lean keep the mind and the soul lean avoid the indulgences of scripture of ceremony … Continue reading Keep It Lean

Beast of Silence
poetry

Beast of Silence

Beast of Silence there’s a silence that comes in life and love when most things have been said and enough … Continue reading Beast of Silence

A Few Weeks of Larry
poetry

A Few Weeks of Larry

A Few Weeks of Larry i was a little kid so larry seemed big and old but even as a … Continue reading A Few Weeks of Larry

Poor
poetry

Poor

Poor we get confused always saying it’s others who hate the poor when it’s really all of us who love … Continue reading Poor

Pie, Peaches & Crosswords
poetry

Pie, Peaches & Crosswords

Pie, Peaches & Crosswords they sit by the lake in the shadow of old oaks and maples elderly couples sitting … Continue reading Pie, Peaches & Crosswords

Only Child
poetry

Only Child

Only Child i was an only child so there was never anybody else constantly around to show me that like … Continue reading Only Child

Beautiful Eyes
poetry

Beautiful Eyes

Beautiful Eyes he had poor posture and empty pockets of prospects to match he had bad teeth to match his … Continue reading Beautiful Eyes

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