Tag: ShortStory
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Memoir Continued – Dylan Graduates From College – 1/2
Dylan Graduates from Alberta School Of Art And Design 2012 Ian and Sean decided to ride with me (we’d take turns driving, so pretty much non-stop except for gas and food) to Alberta for Dylan’s graduation. A few days prior to our leaving, Sean came to Asland by way of Greyhound bus. The next leg…
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Sunshine of Love
Sunshine of Love in the sunshine of lovemy head is yellow shagmy body supple green as love-shine fadesmane bleaches whiteand supple turns tough white mane worries awayturns sparse, as tough limbsturn brittle and broken as the lions of springrange over the tomb wherethe sunshine of love lies inert –LE – 3/8/24
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3 AM New Year’s Morning 2011 – Memoir Continued
3 am New Year’s Morning 2011 – Memoir Continued A drunk driver plowed into the back of my car, which was parked on the street in front of our house. He hit it so hard that it totaled mine and pushed it into Tina’s car, too. Her’s had some minor bumper damage that we had…
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Reveling in the Sickness
Reveling in the Sickness eye for an eye justicethe hallmark of authoritarians:fascists, one-true-faithists,and patriots of any stripe ‘conservative values’the worship of authorityand fear of changepunish anything different only appropriate punishmentsfor any infractions are oldtestament eye for an eyeand death as the kool aid drinkersrevel in the sicknesshanging and burningthose of us who resist who see…
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Last-Minute Message for a Time Capsule
Last-Minute Message for a Time Capsuleby Philip Appleman I have to tell you this, whoever you are:that on one summer morning here, the oceanpounded in on tumbledown breakers,a south wind, bustling along the shore,whipped the froth into little rainbows,and a reckless gull swept down the beachas if to fly were everything it needed.I thought of…
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This Is The Life
This Is the Lifeby Amy Macdonald Oh, the wind whistles downThe cold dark street tonightAnd the people, they were dancingTo the music vibe And the boys chase the girls with curls in their hairWhile the shy tormented youth sit way over thereAnd the songs get louder each one better than before And you’re singing the…
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Hats
Hats (Good guys wear black… I mean white…I mean black… I mean…) How many hats can anyone wear?Then again, who really cares?But if you’re one of the caring few,Consider the consequence of those we choose. No matter what your current hatIt’s worn in shades of white through black.Most are worn in these shades of gray.It’s…
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Life In Ashland KY (a short outling) – Memoir Continued
Life in Ashland (a short outline) – Memoir Continued The first few months of my being in Ashland were eventful. Once I unloaded and dropped the truck and car dolly off at the local U-Haul lot, most of my time was spent settling in. Then, there was quite a bit of maintenance and yard work…
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Quantum-verse
Quantum-verse What is reality,shadow photons or the seen?Shades of multiverse. Quantum thought is strange.Speaks of dimensionality shifts –freaks-out common sense. So, what is our life,simple or complex So fundamental,so complex we can’t understand,energy only? –LE – an old one from the early 2010’s
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St. Patty’s Day Ride
St. Patty’s Day Ride Marshmallow clouds humped-up overSurrounding mountainsTucson basin sporting aCerulean sky 9 am sun casting long shadowsBar and QR coding the LoopAnd its shoulders, summarizing allAs we roll by Fresh greasewood scents the airThe yellow blossoms of BrittlebushExploding everywhere, thenHeading home with our usual flare –LE – 3/17/24
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