Cherrypicked stories
Sonnet for Joachim Rudolf
Sonnet for Joachim Rudolf Days may collect black teardrops in a can, rendering the night to twitch, turn and crawl. Rivulets can drown the dreams of...
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A river slipping by
More riverine meanderings
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Rhyme & Reason
First steps.
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doormats
dirty socks, tangled headphones, silent whisperer my miniature sleeping on the sofa till she tackles and i tickle her my sister tries to act...
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golden (part two)
gold used to scare me intimidate me and for a long time i thought gold was you gold bounced off of your skin and paved a path for me shattered glass...
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Seven Nights at the Flamingo Hotel. (Wednesday morning later. Gentlemen (almost never) make passes at women who wear moustaches.)
You remember a time when you were younger and you were also married. Your wife was twenty years older than you and because she worked as a cleaner at...
Where Would I Go?
It rains so hard, That I don’t know, If the world outside, Can still go on. It rains so loud, It fills the air, Until I don’t know, If I’m really...
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Veteran's Day Paranoia at Walmart
We stopped into our local Walmart yesterday. Lynn had some light shopping to do. I browsed around as I like to do, people watching and meditating on...
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A Glass Winter 1
A room can hold a thousand memories. Every heartbreak, argument, bubble of joy, seeping into the furniture. If these walls could talk. A family grows...
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an old cliche
either way, I will blame myself either way, I will hate myself for not doing more for not doing less for doing nothing so I understand, I’m listening...
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A Morning Call
I'm not condoning this kind of scam, but . . . . .
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Godot
A long wait. (Painting by Toulouse Lautrec from Wikimedia Commons)
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Norwegian Wood
I n my second year at university I had my own show on the student radio station. The audience rarely reached double figures, but during the day the...
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- 161 reads
Shrinkage
Breaking the monotony of lifting boxes
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Seven Nights At The Flamingo Hotel. (Wednesday morning. FAME!)
It is 515. The digits click. The alarm whines and after a moment the radio kicks in. The day is going to be blustery with some showers. A small child...
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- 27 reads
Nansen
It took many years for Katrine to develop the confidence to show her body in such a way. All those terrible years under coats and camouflage passed...
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When the River Froze
Frozen, the river is a moonscape, not earthly. Not normal. The ice lies cracked on the water and starlight glints madly in crevices.
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An Obliging Treecreeper
What’s that skittering up the tree? – brown as the bark, so hard to see. … – it seemed to patiently wait until we were suited and done – then …
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Cinéma vérité
Morning has broken
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Seven Nights at the Flamingo Hotel (Wednesday morning. Before you awake. This is what you think about when you think about love.)
But this is what you think about when you think about love. Antonio Visconti, hair slicked back like Al Pacino in The Godfather Part II , a mother...