Category: Family
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Waking From Dreaming with a Stream of Consciousness Prose Poem Stuck in My Head that I Scribbled Down in the Dark on a Notebook I Keep on a Table by the Bed for Those Nights When I Wake with a Stream of Consciousness Prose Poem Stuck in My Head
Yesterday, I ate the last garlic stuffed olive in the jar and wondered if they make some mixed drink with garlic stuffed olives, but it sounds gross, but I don’t drink alcohol and maybe it would make a great martini and I think back to summers, as a kid and my sisters and I would…
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Shaking the ground
In high school, he roamed the bottom ground along the river Dreamed of living in the woods living off the land, living off the grid One day, he woke up angry he did not know why he was just angry He went searching for a dead tree bald of bark and limb He did not…
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sugar peeps haiku
ain’t no sugar peeps taking a walk in the park gander, goose and chicks 4-13-20
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Pandemic Meditation on the Second Anniversary of My Mother’s Passing
1) This morning On the second anniversary Of my mother’s passing I listened to birds in trees While contemplating how hard It must be to not be allowed to sit With love ones who are dying Breathing out this damned virus In vapors of last breaths 2) I remember how my sister texted That mom…
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Ornery cuss
He worked hard, drank beer fought a lot when he was young; loved his wife, loved his kids; never saw a dog he didn’t like. He drove a pale blue Chevy pickup windows down, his name neatly stenciled under his elbow on the driver’s door; it said, Albert W. Graul, Jr. Mascoutah, Illinois He liked…
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grandson haiku
young boy up at dawnbaits hook, sips hot chocolateold crow sits quiet 3-19-20 **title from wife
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‘Dead dogs. Dad’s dog and the dead.’
My brother texted – Dad’s dog is dying. I wanted to call and let Dad know his dog was dying, but Dad doesn’t take calls any more. This morning, I thought of a story he told from his childhood; a story about a stray dog and his family didn’t have enough food to feed it.…
