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My stories

mixed blessings

acid rain and perfect pesticide raspberries, the needed anti-biotics that disturb the stomach so violently hard day's night and hard night's day, cold wind blowing though it's mid May

the blue man

microscopic, swimming in the absinthe pool on the famous silver spoon living fully but knowing death comes only to soon, for him every night is the fabled blue moon over intellectualized

from BedlAmerica (the world is ending)

the world is ending... for a poor old man who uses a walker to get around a dingy nursing home in a land he took shrapnel for, and imagine the liberals want to taint the free market
Cherry

the silicon desert

vast silicon sagebrush miles and T.V. lights in the tall cactii, radio songs in the dry blue sky where someday will soar still steel titans of another L.A., workers like thinking ants

requiem for a poem

I felt a need to write something tonight but nothing I could think of seemed to fit right Phrases and themes occured that might sound good and please the ear like veneer on wood,

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