Category: ShortStory
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Sun…Day Afternoon
Sun…Day AfternoonI’m sitting here inMy mindCounting my breaths awayI’m centering here and nowOpening my mind’s eyeContemplating myBiosphereThe eco systemConnecting me with allThat allows meTo thrive in this swirlingLittle eddie of the eternallyFlowing river ofSpace/time As images and ideasKaleidoscope my mindTaking me to newAnd unheard ofSights and plains I start counting myBreaths againFeeling my lungsFill and…
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Mid-June Morning Ride
Mid-June Morning Ride Under a pristine skyBlue misty mountainsAll around While solar stampedBar and QR codesMark our definitivePositions on the longRoad to nowhere Another of life’s ironies Roadrunner cocked andReady for the starting gunPeering down that long road Prairie dog pups skitteringOver the coarse dry groundAs heat waves riseMaking the distance rippleLIke a mirage Heading…
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Tuesday Afternoon
“…I’m looking at myself, reflections of my mindIt’s just the kind of day to leave myself behindSo gently swaying thru the fairy-land of loveIf you’ll just come with me and see the beauty ofTuesday afternoon…” Tuesday Afternoonby The Moody Blues Tuesday, afternoonI’m just beginning to seeNow I’m on my wayIt doesn’t matter to meChasing the…
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First? Perhaps…
Write about your first crush. I’ve written about her previously and will provide a link to that poem below. As I was saying: first? Perhaps, but certainly the most ‘crushing’ to my soul in my young life to that point. There had been other girls that I’d fancied, ‘liked’, who’d swiped me to their ‘friends…
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Cynical Optimism
Regardless of what a whole genre of music might have you think, not every day is ‘blue’. Sure, we all have ‘blue’ days from time to time, but they are not eternal, regardless of some musicians’ sentiments. There is a continuum waving between the poles of deep ‘blues’ and high hopes, or even satisfaction. It’s…
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Who Am I?
Who Am I? I’m shyDepending onMy home groundColored yellowsThrough redsBrowns and blacks I’m tinyIn some realmsFairly large in others My stingDeadly to insects andSmall animalsMerely painful toLarger onesHumans and such Stinger on a hair-triggerHanging close over myExoskeleton-back You guessed me –Scorpion –LE – 6/17/25
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No Kings Protest Everyday
No Kings Protest Everyday For democracy to succeedEvery day must be aNo Kings Day protestWe thought kingsWere a thing of ancient historyBut they tricked us all Didn’t go quietly into the pagesOf history, as we’d hopedMerely changed from robesTo business suits andTitles from king toCEO Every day must beA refusal to bend the kneeKiss the…
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Sunday Ride – Day-after No Kings Day
The Day-after – Sunday Ride Prairie dog zips fromOne entrance to another ofIts underground warren Skink playing chicken with meOn the hot sun-dappled pavementExits stage left just in the nick of time Sentinel bird of preyOn the highest branch ofThe skeleton of the tallest Dead witch-tree –LE – 6/15/25 Metaphor for the current zeitgeist?
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A Good Bass Line
A Good Bass Line Bass-line vibrates my coreShakes off all thatSticks and clogs my dermalPores Tensions pourOff me like waterFrom springtime showersBass arpeggios, like a deep Rolfing massage –LE – 6/10/25
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No Kings Protest Tucson
Describe one of your favorite moments. When citizens stand up to authoritarians. Here, we thought the world was, for the most part, DONE WITH KINGS. Unfortunately, they tricked us. They didn’t go away, just changed their titles from ‘kings’ to ‘CEOs’. Down with ‘kings’ in any and all their forms! For me, it was a…
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