Elsewhere, We Became #2

Lena, You asked me how I became strong. How did we, of the same origins – of the same cloth -become so different? I recall shrugging and refusing to look at you when I said, “Some people are just born like that.” Isn’t that what I said? I might have mentioned that sometimes people are […]

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Poem from 2004

Early throwback Thursday poem from around 2004.

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You Wouldn’t Live In A Cardboard Box, Would You?

Imagine sitting down with your favorite book. There you are, sitting in a comfy chair, peeling the pages apart hungrily. You’re into it : the plot, the dramatic climax, and even maddening suspense clinging to each line. No doubt, the story you are reading is a great one. Its opening line sucked you in and […]

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Gasoline

I don’t know why I remember the smell of gasoline. Sitting on the garage floor in nothing but my short corduroys, grease smeared on my knees, I watch Papa curse over the truck engine. Gasoline, sawdust, and grease was all over the garage, painting it with the leftovers of hard work and, often, failed attempts. […]

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