Monthly Archives: November 2023

Three Stations

Three stations situated near my place –Downtown, Rockridge, and Ashby – are arounda 30-minute walk I oft embrace.The first is up, the others underground.The stroll’s more interesting, is what I’ve found,in north or south directions. But the west(to Ashby, fewer … Continue reading

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Sentence

Deciding I won’t exercise the waythat’s customary, nursing a sore armI got from shots I suffered yesterday,intended to protect from viral harm,succeeded by a trek with full displayto kin of school and avenue aswarm,I bathe and rest with zero tasks … Continue reading

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An Incompatible Metaphor

When we were young and lovely, and in love,and trying to identify the waysthat we were similar, as if to shoveconclusions we’d be soulmates all our days,we little noticed difference in the hazethat passion wove around us and between.We didn’t … Continue reading

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Incipient Windows

Erection moves along beyond the wallof brick that borders to the east of here.It hasn’t been a silent build at all,and as it grows its western features rear:four holes ill-placed are windows in the tallexpanse (two stories), where no view … Continue reading

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Exposure

Returning after dark the other night,my caution and alertness was increased.I waited for a bus in scattered lightfrom shop fronts and sparse traffic, yearning eastand watching idlers, drivers in my sightin neutral, males unmoving not the least,without an inkling I’d … Continue reading

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Ordinary Courage

Described as being brave, the hero saidshe really didn’t feel she had a choice.She paused to let another act instead,but no one stepped ahead. She heard no voicebeyond her own say necessary verbs.There wasn’t any time to hesitate.Need needs be … Continue reading

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Our Fatuous Phase

Now I can tell you’re irritated too –you wisely try to alter how we speak.But saying “I won’t go there” will not do,unless you modify your own techniqueof blurting statements generating piqueor begging a response that won’t concur.We’re on the … Continue reading

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Less Excess

Perhaps a shrinking future answers why,but excesses in which I once indulgedno longer beckon me to gratifymy appetite for munchies or for drugs.Aware I have less time to modifybehavior, I’m averse to start anew.But more than that, the volumes satisfyme … Continue reading

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Bad Actors

The first offense was small, but when I trippedon faulty pavement right outside the store,the merchant didn’t move – his lips were zipped.No courtesy or care was offered. Morethan that event, they overcharge for sure,and when I pointed out the … Continue reading

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Fullness of Self

Could I be overconfident, like you?I don’t declare as often, but withinI think I’m strong and special – and it’s true,an argument won’t likely bruise my skin(which at near 4 and 70 is thin).There’s much that I am not proficient … Continue reading

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