Tag: ShortStory
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Puppernickel
Pumpernickel Pumpernickel, so much better thanplain old white breadWonder Bread comes to mindso too excellent, marbled ryeseems to be the theme of our times –LE – 3/2/24
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Empty Coffee Cup
Empty Coffee Cup Coffee cup is empty…Again.How many’s that today?One, two…ten? I guess I’ll make more…With cinnamon or chocolate, Or perhapsIrish cream? Or do I want my usualJust plain, no additives Strong, deep, and dark, the Color and consistency of My back-lit heart? –LE – 2/24/24
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Leave a Light On
Leave a Light Onby Tom Walker The second someone mentioned you were all aloneI could feel the trouble coursing through your veinsNow I know, it’s got a holdJust a phone call left unanswered had me sparking upThese cigarettes won’t stop me wondering where you areDon’t let go, keep a hold If you look into the…
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Sean Graduated High School – Memoir Continued
Sean Graduated High School, June 2005 Sean’s graduation was celebrated at Severance Music Hall. My memory of the event is vague, but with some prodding, I recall being a little miffed because I hadn’t brought my camera for pictures due to being advised that no cameras would be allowed in Severance. That was either misinformation…
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Wild Amarillo Poppies
Wild Amarillo Poppies Heading north on the LoopPast the Road to NowhereThe fresh aroma of greasewood Soothes my mind Winter browns and gray-greensTurning Kelly and day-glo onTrees and bushes in theRiverbed and washes Then, past El Camino Del CerroWild amarillo poppiesShoulder our path under theMarbled, milky-blue dome of sky –LE – 2/25/24
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Life in Ravenna Until Retirement – Memoir Continued
Life in Ravenna Until Retirement – Memoir Continued Shortly after my Rockwell job ended, I bought a trailer (mobile home) in Ravenna (a few miles northeast of Kent), where I lived until I retired. The lot rent and my loan payments for the trailer, combined, were quite a bit less than what I had been…
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Shake The Dust
Shake the Dustby The Sweeplings RiseGuide me to the lightOh, how IBreathe the night, breathe the nightRiseBreak out from the rustSee every captive freeTo shake the dust RiseI won’t be held downOh, how IFeel it now, feel it nowRiseLeavin’ all that wasSee every captive freeTo shake the dustSee every captive freeTo shake the dust Here…
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Coyote-three-pack
Coyote-three-pack Desert Survivors Native Plant NurseryHoney-glazed in the late morning sunCoyote-three-pack shimmers toward theSanta Cruz and its dry bedLooking healthy and well fed Dapper Roadrunners colorfully decked-outFor the mating season’s onset, scurryTo and fro between nursery and riverbedWith coyotes stalking those colorful birdsWhat would Wiley E’s advice be? –LE – 2/20/24
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My Date at the Local Big Boy – Memoir Extract
My Date at the Local Big Boy – Late 1960s Beaver Park BallRoom, cover band (The Four) playing top 40, Four Seasons, Tommy James, Wipe-out, and most were… Rode with Tiny D…, who having gotten lucky, as usual, left me to find a ride or hitch home. It was late by the time I walked…
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What’s the True Motivation – Memoir – Philosophical Appendices
What’s the True Motivation? I always thought I did things because they were what I wanted to do. But recently I’ve been wondering whether my choices were in reality made for me by society and my peers, fabricating my desires. Did I become a musician, artist, writer because deep in the core of my being,…
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