poetic
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Burning, bitter, soulfully sweet; my first taste of whiskey my first sip of you * * * My father; blue-collar guy who aspired to more, never quite made it. Don Quixote with bowling ball lance * * * Overdrawn again from the bank of good fortune. Let all those checks bounce. Read more
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I “This,” he said, bemused, “is my calling?” “Well,” replied God, evenly, “at least I didn’t call you collect.” II “Ah, yes!” he said confidently, “This is my calling in life!” “Unusual,” puzzled God, “as your line was always busy.” III “This” he proclaimed with cautious certainty, “is my true calling.” God nodded affirmingly, “Well, Read more
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on a high shelf, back of my closet a box filled with greeting cards anticipating events that will be potential celebratory moments categorized for their joyousness or seriousness depending on the occasion and personality involved waiting for the perfect time, the perfect card for the right person at the back of the box those lesser Read more
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Shoes; a pair fit in my hand Shoes sometimes bronzed for museum-reverence, dusty display on living room mantle Unfathomable they once thundered across hardwood floors in a symphonic cacophony of thumping, giggles, pure joy. Little shoes; toy-like. Worn soles, tattered seams, frayed laces a dingy gray Just a pair of shoes. Hers. Two little shoes Read more
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When your faith is tested your belief doesn’t get graded but you do Read more
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It is no longer a choice to run away, join the circus you need to speak to a recruiter, for screening so says their website French Foreign Legion not an option anymore; I possess none of the high-tech skills they are currently seeking Ironically, being an outcast is no longer a desirable, employable attribute Even carnies Read more
Ponderable polemics, poetic 