Category: Social Comm
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I went to the local public library as an experiment in trying to get some peace and quiet so I could get some writing done. It failed miserably. Instead, what I found was a den of inconsideration for the needs of others. I guess that’s no surprise these days. As…
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I was wide awake and dreaming in the express lane at the food store. “That’s 15 items or less mam, can’t you read the sign? It’s all lit up there in green and white in the grocery line.” She had more like 15 times 15 items in her cart and…
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At 32 you’re not 24 anymore, and at 43 you’re not 31 anymore, so said the Jack-O-Lantern out on the porch, waiting to be bashed and smashed onto Cockleberry Street … and it was the invisible night all breathing out there with a chill, I can feel it through my…
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+ Confessions, Creative Writing, Flash, Free-Range Verse, Haunted Light, Memory Scrawls, Personal Essay, Social Comm+
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… it’s laughing about a pink shirt that matters Pink shirt hanging on a rack in hot land Nashland the mannequins greet with greater smiles than the real ones corporate propaganda BS blurbs hanging, dangling all around the world to coax the penniless to remain penniless, enslaved, inflamed, amazed by…
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CEREAL AFTER SEX 