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Continue reading →: “Radio Static”
“Radio Static” percolating crackle amplitude frequency word soup white noise dial left or right neither correct more crackling static fizz a bushy business a puffing storm cloud potentially kinetic ozone whiffs waft waves winderly windy wind air conducts a symphony of forms ideas conveyed and received broadcasted boldly brave looking…
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Continue reading →: “Outstanding”
“Outstanding” Sometimes it’s hard to stand out Standing up for others that can’t Backing down bullies’ braggadocio There are people out to hurt others Afraid to help others And ignore their suffering Enjoying the struggle Yet— Some still stand out against that Hands outstretched Elevating others Those are the ones……
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Continue reading →: “Alone From Me”
“Alone From Me” I don’t know how to be In a place—alone from me Sustaining sanity A misleading reverie Impatience patiently In a place—alone from me Existential parity Haunts this lucid waking dream A calm collective calamity In a place—alone from me Isolation bursting seams Old companions take their leave…
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Continue reading →: “Resolution Infinitive”
“Resolution Infinitive” When you can’t run… All you want to do is run. So, run when you can, Because you never know when you will be unable to run. Three hundred sixty-five days ahead with which… To live, to write, to laugh, to think, to reflect, to act, to…
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Continue reading →: Advent Adventures: The Door to December Twenty-fourth, 2022
Advent Adventures: The Door to December 24th, 2022 Christmas Eve Image Link Open… “28 ST. MARTIN STREET” My advent calendar project hit a buzzsaw called Christmas Present. Christmas 2018 swallowed me up, and I couldn’t spare the creative space needed to close out my project. I back ended some…
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Continue reading →: Advent Adventures: The Door to December Twenty-third, 2022
Advent Adventures: The Door to December 23rd, 2022 Bah! Humbug! Image Link Open… “TWAS A BOB CRATCHIT KINDA DAY” ‘Twas a Bob Crachit Kinda Day. Nose hard to the grindstone. No tuppence in my pocket. Hand dampened cold, Chilling my bones down. Doing the things I must. O’hers depen’n…
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