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Empty Thread

Stitches never end Up and down the endless thread Weaving an interrupted string Rushing to quiet a wish to sing Ceaselessly working Progress is gnawing Is the epic promise growing? Almost there, just a...

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Who Cares?

As often as I reach The stretching fades As much as I see Only what I can It disappears I open my inner eye To see the bellowing of light As loud my sound,...

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Altered State – Part Seven

Doctor Wilson and Kate turned to look at each other. They seemed to quickly come to some sort of agreement before Kate turned back to the men. “We’ll cooperate, but may I ask why...

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A Montebello School Commencement

Frankie and I are home. He’ll soon put on a light-green, button-down collared shirt, a pair of Khakis and dockers. We’ll drop him off at the middle school and take our seats in the...

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My First ‘Code Blue’

Short Story   ‘Code.’ I never knew his name, but for all I know, my face may have been the last he ever saw. The angst of his wife was obvious outside the room;...

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My Roof

Summer Stories   I got out of class late. I was the only one; the teacher didn’t hold us back. My calculator said it was clear but I had a feeling it actually wasn’t....

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Muse

Relationship Story   “Maybe you should try again in the morning. Some people think they’re night owls until they really need to focus.” “It can’t be good for your health. Are you tired at...

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Vain

It was vain The attempt of the waves, repeatedly crashing against, the climb that it starts to take. It was vain. They were bent on staying permanently. They thought they would not leave this...

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A Shattering Truth

You and Dad tried to conceive for twelve years before you decided to adopt. You told me that story often enough: how I grabbed your pinky when you visited candidate babies, and you knew...

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Snapshots

Short Story   He sat in the creaky, carved-up desk working up the courage to go talk to her. He had been staring at her all semester from that tiny, vandalized chair, but still...

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Yesterday, Today, Tomorrow

Poem   Yesterday was cold and dark and you were little, very small almost feeling like a tiny ant on the edge, ready to fall? Today you are getting stronger, as you step and...