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Apr.17.2014
April 17     LUCK   Luck, transposed for gratitude, makes a mockery of grief and loss.  If you are lucky, what does that make me?  The forgotten?  The orphan of fate?  If what I lost and what it cost me is just a lack of fortune, then why do right?  What is...
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Mar.28.2014
Sometimes, when I lie awake at night, I think about how different my life could've been. Looking back to that lonely soul, ragged flannels and shredded sneakers, roaming highschool hallways like some ghost, always waiting for something; waiting for sanity, waiting to die.  I spent eighteen or...
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Mar.23.2014
March 23       MISSING     The good times we never had but should have, the pleasantries I endured waiting for the pleasure.  I remembered your potential with fondness.  The days, weeks and years I waited for you to grow to me have passed, and yet--- time is what...
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Mar.17.2014
March 17     UNNECESSARY WORDS   I’ve spent years trying to put names on the streets in my twelfth step map, post clear signs with monikers easy to remember, themed and progressive.  But I have been wasting my time.  The map is there, no doubt, and I have seen people follow...
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Mar.14.2014
March 14   THE FIRST FATHER     The rest of what I have to say I will slip under your gravestone if I have time after I buy that red dress.  To say I hate you is an overstatement; I only detest what I know of you, the rest I leave to other people who might have the misfortune to...
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Mar.07.2014
March 7     MUD PIES   Mud pies and retro-childhood are for the hurt ones, small and angry inside me.  They require care and special attention, but I can’t stop with them.  Saving the children to starve the adolescents is a sad fate, and abandoning adults after bringing...
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Feb.19.2014
February 19       LIFE IS UNFAIR   Assuring myself I will not be permitted through the gate, I walk the perimeter, assessing the fence, looking for a place to exploit, a wire slightly high.  Trying to look graceful, I duck under the fence, telling myself I prefer life on...
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Jan.14.2014
January 14     GRAVITY WORKS ALL THE TIME   Limits and boundaries are a drag.  I hate feeling tied to the ground.  I know I could fly if not for unseen forces.  I sense myself lightening, smoothing, I drop my burdens; I pick up speed.  Fourth dimension!  Hell...
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Jan.09.2014
January 9     IN A BACKWATER     There is a place so removed, uninspired, ignorance flourishes.  I hate to go there.  I avoid it when I can. Today I could not avoid it.  Today I saw the gable end of a small barn, half hidden in the scrub trees.  On the face...
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Dec.29.2013
December 29     Hey Little Sister   Who pulls the trigger, you or I, in this Shotgun relationship?   Is it more to the point if you slit my throat or if I slit my own?  I only ask for the sake of expedience, rudeness was never my intent.  I know we both wish this...