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Championship point
The air is still As the sun sends Shimmering waves of heat Across the court, The bounce and the throw The pounding feet, The determined belief, Punctuated only by the thwack
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- 477 reads
Names for the hours of the day
1 The hour of rebirth 2 The hour of oneness 3 The hour of learning 4 the hour of the sun 5 The hour of truth 6 The hour of wonder 7 The hour of compassion 8 The hour of awakening
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Reinvention
Susan. Why was she called Susan? When she could have been anything, when so much rests on a name, why Susan?
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- 360 reads
A Coney Island Saturday with Sidney Green
Betty sat in the back of Sidney Green’s taxi and poured out a glass of iced tea. ”Here ya go,” said Betty.
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Two trains
Sunday, late afternoon, Leaving on time, But leaving too soon, Pulling apart, Out of the station, Different direction, Different location. Chugging, straining, Dragging their heels,
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- 350 reads
We have to keep the country going (final draft before edit)
Steyning is a paradox, in as much as it’s quaint.
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- 312 reads
The Rise
When my body hit the pavement I could have sworn I heard laughter. Was it the guy who just ran the stop sign and plowed into me?
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- 355 reads
Dirty Secret
Read on if you want to know a dirty secret!
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Us and Them
An unusually soft piece for me
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- 443 reads
Flustered
Flustered time drives the world: Ineptitude wrangles in its hold, Birth breaks its course unseen, Tumbling past Pluto’s gate. Human heads stir in fallow patches,
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