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New Years Day

  • January, won

    The first day of a new yearcliché is the currency we traffic innew pages are turnedexpectations for whateverlies aheadexceedingly optimistic self-talk, public proclamationspersonal plans for change, regenerationrenewal carries vagueexpiration date mentally stamped at factorywarning us with certaintylike a gallon of milk ‘hopes will curdle if not used by…’Those with calendars still hanging from walls,refrigeratorsripping last Read more

  • Finials

    Chinese takeout whiskey sour, two cherries living room recliner not yet in full-on mode   discussions of recent past upcoming future plans, goals, objectives abstract in low-resolution   wistful recollections glad-its-over conversations annual ‘old’ sounds-better rebuke – same auld, same auld   old acquaintances unforgotten checking in/on via social media I’m fine/have a happy memes Read more

  • Targeted

    I was once a New Year’s resolution a young woman I worked with at a large hotel greeted me passionately, spontaneously, in the grand lobby flinging her arms unannounced around my neck, first kiss of a new year January first. Our first kiss, and last wouldn’t have been either had that new year come the Read more