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Final Debrief

The air conditioner in his office is off, its faceplate still missing. No chairs, so Fran and I stand, answering his questions. Then he and I speak alone. No heated words, this time. No...

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52 Hertz

Short Story   There’s a whale that exists called the 52hz-Whale. 52hz is the frequency of their calls. Not a lot of them exist, but a few do. Whales use their calls to attract...

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New Earth

Spoken Word Now that’s saying something! Figure I’d speed along, trade shells amongst the natives in exchange for another door to the soundless places I strain to hear when sailing the sand is numb...

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A Simple Moment

Blue Heron. Regal sentinel. Watches carefully. Heartstones lead the way down my path. Remnants of snow here and there. Reminders of cold quiet nightfalls. I look up and see a pair of ears and...

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Sting

Poem   A cool slit, Open to the air. Wet red spreads Over taut pale skin; Every hair on edge. A warm glow; Like a throbbing firefly. A lingering sting; A sweet poison. A...

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Another Conflicted Surrender?

It’s time to let YABC go. More than time. So why do I grasp it until I’m numb? rising light everything I let go has claw marks Photo by Steve Halama

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A Crucial Lesson

Short Story   You think you know, sonny?  You don’t know!  You don’t know!  I  know; I was there!  I saw it all unfold and I could tell you every detail…  of what?  Of what? ...

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Chantel

In Bryant Park the air is sweet of summer’s birth despite the day’s exhaustion. You are lovely, Chantel – like it. As strangers tussle for chairs when the music cuts I pilfer a glimpse...

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Wandering

Walking down a sparse street Heavy hands Slow feet Heart strings tight like rubber bands Blending in like an unknown brand A street lamp shines with faulty light Giving false hope A cruel joke...

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Untold

Poem   He was gentle and so cruel, like a mountain stream so dual, knowing love and hate were real… She lived a life that’s full of joy, and excitement bright as day, as...

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An Unanticipated Argument

After a long meeting that followed a longer day, Susan P. and I approach Mr. J. He says that our program is “out of compliance.” He won’t say how he knows, just that I...

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Intoxicating – Part 1

Why are the scars overshadowed. Curious. Intended vs normal. Bleeding puss and the leaking scabs are welcomed sadly when sober. A representation of not knowing what’s happening in the world. Self inflicted naïveté. The...