What if…

…the purpose of my prose is merely to give voice to those who feel silenced? …profit never comes but those who read a composition are enriched because they no longer feel alone? …this season is merely a cathartic exercise to trim the excess weight from my soul? …a legacy is unknown by my name but […]

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I Just Walked Away

Out of the blue. A voice from my past. Decades past.She was not kind why stay in touch?Her brother. My first love. Young and foolish.A bother and sister. Love and hate.I just walked away. He couldn’t be trusted.She kept in touch randomly sporadically To taunt him To gossip A part of her that loved to […]

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The Ocean

It glimmers and shimmersSo inviting to jump inYou don’t realize it’s depth until you are up to your neck Treading water Drowning We stood at the shore, letting the water touch our toesYounger not wiserYou don’t realize how cold it is, just standing on the shore I was up to my knees when we metEnjoying […]

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A gift that keeps on giving

It’s Christmas Eve morning. Our home is quiet so I’m able to wake slowly. As I gain consciousness, my mind starts to recall all that we’d like to do today. Thankfully, it’s a short list of wishes that we’ll get to if we can. Truly, nothing will make Christmas more meaningful than what it is. […]

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Shop ’til I drop

Alternate title “Parcels United” I unload semi trucks filled with parcels at night while many people sleep. I wonder who is shopping local. A wall of boxes filled with smiles. I smile back and move them on their way. Walls as big as an Amazon. Smiling. Then another. And another. Will it end? My smile […]

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A Canned Response

A poem that does not specify what it describes. Loved and hated both      with the same passion Yet we stay neutral     in beige We are fun guys    They joke at our expense    Those who love us    to those who do not The waitress at the pizza joint asks    fresh or canned, […]

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In the Midst

Perfection. Ugh! I thought it was my goal for most of my life. Aren’t we raised to always do our best? In hindsight, I realize it was my enemy. I realize the anxiety it caused and the joy it stole. Controlling EVERYTHING was my method of achieving peace. It was so wrong. I wasn’t peaceful. […]

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