Category: ShortStory
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Milky Skies, See What We See
Milky Skies, See What We See milky skies forour mid-day ridemisty-blue mountaintopssilhouettes in the south northern mountainsnot so misty, by halfand to our leftthe dragon’s teeth glintof the Tucson range a roadrunner streaksacross our pathexits stage rightrunning in circles as we passas if caught in our slipstreamha! a cyclist’s dream human coyotes on electric bikesare…
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Waking Three Times
Waking Three Times it’s the darkest hour of the nightthird time, I’ve woken from fevered dreamssweating into my pilloweven though the room is cold can’t get back to sleepsame thoughts running non-stopthrough my fevered braintossing and turning in vain sleep takes me eventuallydog barking wakes mebefore I’m ready to risebright light pains my sensitive eyes…
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Man Of Constant Sorrow
Man Of Constant Sorrow I am a man of constant sorrowI’ve seen trouble all my daysI bid farewell to old KentuckyThe place where I was borned and raised(The place where he was borned and raised) For six long years I’ve been in troubleNo pleasure here on earth I findFor in this world I’m bound to…
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Another Memoir Memory – The Black Knight – 1968
The Black Knight It was a crisp, early fall, late evening; and the very airseemed alive, crackling with energy, shimmering in thestreet-lights’ dim glow, where the colors of trees, bushes,and parked cars were rich and deep on the desertedstreet, with golden highlights on everything… I waswitnessing Shiva’s Dance. Then it rumbled in the distance, like…
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The New Dark Ages
The New Dark Ages from the declineof the Roman Empireto the Renaissanceover a thousand years clerics and kingsdestroyed most of theancient wisdoms andsciences with burnings books and witcheswith blood-letting‘medical’ and warringconquering and conjuring religious incantationsrule by ‘divine right’butchers blessed byclerics’ sanctions it’s happening againfor the last half-centurytill who knows whenbook bannings and burnings another world…
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Blue Skies Smilin’ At Me
Blue Skies Smilin’ At Me once again on the Loopblue skies smilin’ at meover the mountian peaksand through thewinter-bared trees early Brittlebush bobs itsamarillo heads in glorioussouthwest sunshinethat washes postcardpanoramas of the high Sonoran desert a lone roadrunner exitsstage left as I scanthe nettles for ACMEroadrunner traps or anvilsand just maybe Wiley E… –LE –…
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Easily Fatigued In My Dotage
Easily Fatigued In My Dotage Facetiously asked if I fatigue easily in my ‘dotage’, I replied, ‘you have no idea [just how easily]’. The fact is that I’m fatigued by almost everything in the current zeitgeist. It’s extremely tiring, enduring the authoritarian entrenchment of the world’s socio-psychopaths, the world’s ruling classes, and their exploitation of…
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Pensive
Pensive pensive positive perhaps memories warm and cold melancholy unresolved be happy so the song resolves left with myself alone and pensive –LE – 1/23/25
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My Moring Darkness Returning
Wrote this about the closing moments and aftermath of one of my ill-fated relationships, in case you were wondering… Morning Darkness fadingthe lyingangry voicesviolentlycrying alone againtryingsighingdying searing pain againmakes mortality plainconstant wishing forhealing rain but that’s OKwe’re all to blameonly a gameour claim to famepretty lamegoofy even I forgetwhichfirst manhis brianare theysame – same now…
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Woke Up Dreaming
Woke Up Dreamingby Joe Bonammasa Woke up dreaming I was gonna dieWoke up dreaming I was gonna die’cause my baby said herSaid her last goodbyes Reached out for her and she was not thereReached out for her and she was not thereLord, I miss her bodyAnd her long brown hair Hard rain falling, river floodBlack…
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