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The Unopened Bag of Pretzels
Monday night on Samantha’s porch Roger rolled the cooler filled with beer, some soft drinks, and, as an afterthought, a bag of pretzels, which he now hoped they wouldn’t break into. He wanted to talk; the sound of chomping on hard pretzels would be intrusive, while sipping on drinks, Roger felt, would be okay. When… Read more
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What’s a promise you made to yourself that you’ve actually kept?
Well now, that’s a big problem with me; I rarely keep a promise. Though I have kept my wedding vows. I’m glad one of those vows wasn’t keeping fit. Vows aside, I have kept my better half laughing, if not with me, at me. How’s that? Read more
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Fearless: A Remembrance
On July 23, 2018, I posted a single-stanza poem on this blog. I have never written a poem and have never taken a class in poetry, just read poems by Walt Whitman, Dylan Thomas, and Emily Dickinson. I also read some of the poems here on WordPress. Anyway, this mini poem is about a woman… Read more
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A Pinch Was Enough: A Six-Sentence Story
There was a time when I tried smoking–it lasted one night. I woke up with what felt like a burnt mouth and a hangover; it was the first night I drank to excess, too. All I remember was burning through three packs of my parents’ Newports and draining much of their Bacardi. A short time… Read more
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Crescent Moon
The old man visited the coffee shop every day he practiced yoga in the morning, three to four times a week. The shop was only a block away from the studio, and the old man liked to treat himself after an hour of downward dogs, lunges, and various warrior postures. The old man also liked… Read more
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