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Lollipop Blossoms
His name was Mr. Wagner and he had owned the drugstore for nearly fifty-three years, and for forty years before that, his father had owned it. There was no Eckerds, Walgreens, or Rite Aid. The...
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Mobile Monday
I thought it would be fun to pick a random word from the dictionary (a real dictionary and not the online Scrabble dictionary and no Ma, za is not another word for pizza) and write. So mobile is the...
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The Warden of the Passing Cloud
Recently, I decided to pick a random word from the dictionary, a word that starts with the same letter as day of the week I am writing, and make an attempt at poetry, that elusive, beautiful beast....
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Changing Leaves
Oh say can you see by the light of the stars that is only outshined by the lights of the street covered in concrete that once was the grass that inspired Old Walt to write poetry now past the...
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Deep Sea Diving
Here is the word from the dictionary I flipped to this morning. Inwardly. I find sometimes going inward is much more frightening than anything on the outside. Going inside yourself, looking at who you...
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Lyin With Ghost Thoughts
Sometimes I lie awake at night and stare at the ceilin. Paint chippin off and stained a dingy old yellow from all the cigarettes Mama smokes. Not that it really matters much since you can’t see the...
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The Heart in the Box
The plate was very fine, or so it appeared. It was a delicate white with a deep green ivy stencil, or paint, around the rim. The plate itself was so thin, she feared that even the smallest sigh from...
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The Heart in the Ground
Now you might suppose that reclaiming one’s heart would be a decidedly simple thing to do. You might suppose that if you’ve never had your heart eaten that is. But those of you who have watched your...
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The Heart in Full Bloom
The voices of young love and the plans they were making, for young love the possibilities are limitless. And whether or not their plans actually materialized or were ever born into the world, it...
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Prelude
What do you do when you’ve given fifteen years of your life to a man, given up your personal ambitions to give him three children and be a stay-at-home mom, only to discover over the phone that he is...
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The Twitch
I have a small twitch inside of my brain, a terribly tricky and ticklish tick. A thing in itself that is quite insane, a thing in itself that is truly sick.
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A Twitch II
I have a small twitch inside of my brain, A terribly tricky and ticklish tick A thing in itself that is quite insane, A thing in itself that is truly sick. It crawls and it slithers, it finds...
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The Twitch III
I have a small twitch inside of my brain, A terribly tricky and ticklish tick A thing in itself that is quite insane, A thing in itself that is truly sick. It crawls and it slithers, it finds its way...
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Yippie-Ki-Yay
Sometimes I feel like I am in a flippin rodeo… Yippie-Ki-Yay MotherFucker! I am atop that massive bull and I can hear some cheers and even some jeers but I’ve still got my hat on and one hand up in......
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Virginia Mae Greyson
Sometimes a person will flit in and out of our lives, like white winged moths on the currents of a summer day’s breeze, never in a straight line or for any particular purpose that can be determined....
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Changing Leaves
Oh say can you see by the light of the stars that is only outshined by the lights of the street covered in concrete that once was the grass that inspired Old Walt to write poetry now past the...
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Virginia Mae Greyson
Sometimes a person will flit in and out of our lives, like white winged moths on the currents of a summer day’s breeze, never in a straight line or for any particular purpose that can be determined....
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The Willows
The Willows Sometimes people flit in and out of our lives, like white winged moths on the currents of a summer day’s breeze, never in a straight line or for any particular purpose that can be...
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Prelude
What do you do when you’ve given fifteen years of your life to a man, given up your personal ambitions to give him three children and be a stay-at-home mom, only to discover over the phone that he is...
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