Summer
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The Essence of Time
Ink smeared across a hand that once clutched the sky of your life Now just bones, that crack and roll in the night, without the moon’s light Sun means nothing, stars fly away and the quasar but a beacon calling no one home To the shores Of this dark place, where I sit in front… Continue reading
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A Boxer In the Dark of the Car
There’s something about lemonade in the summer that just hits me. Like right now, I can see the glass pitcher with the lemony yellow liquid inside. Someone is stirring it with a spoon. A glass full of ice cubes sits on the counter. Someone picks up the pitcher and pours the lemonade in the glass.… Continue reading
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What the hell are you thinking!?
I need to get rid of an old TV. While scouring the internet to try and find a place to recycle an old TV, I’m discovering there are not a lot of options – at least where I live. What do you do when something once shiny and brand new is nothing but something old… Continue reading
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Have you heard of not being summer?
I hate summer. Summer is a battle for me. I am like opposite bear and want to hibernate May through August – in a cave of ice, with a frosty mug of A and W root beer, my laptop, and really good internet service. Continue reading
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