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Stalking the not-so-wild turkey


a long, long┬átime ago in a┬ástate of mind far, far away, things were different. people were different. even animals were different. and some of it was good. people knew to throw out expired food, smart people did not converse using … Continue reading

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A love letter to the IRS


Dear Ms. IRS Employee, Grazing through the news fodder of another day, I noticed a memo from your supervisor’s office, claiming that your agency may be reading my emails, checking my personal records, and even following my habits. It is … Continue reading

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Cussing in Curry


The dryer whines, making a noise like a two year old trying to run away from the potty…chased by the boogie man. I’ve had days like this, but will someone please write me an excuse note for my forgetfulness…walking back … Continue reading

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what happened to the past today?


too many cold shoulders, cold figures in stone- love gone out like a lamp littering the roadside. Is this all I can expect- a statue from the past with no revolutionary future? They once were more like clay moulded by … Continue reading

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love is a many freckled thing…


Like an epiphany of unexpected grace, I find much beauty in a lovely freckled face. She may be Russian, she may be French, she may live in a glen, or near a stone bench. A work of art the master … Continue reading

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Short, tan and “teddy”…not tall, dark, and handsome


I was born a poor white boy- it went downhill from there. I was the shortest dude in third grade- I had to stand in the back of the line because the teacher had us line up according to height. … Continue reading

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