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Back Attack

There’s nothing like a back attackto make me re-assess my state.The bend and pain may not be great,but sure-as-shit I’m out of whack. At first I fret. My mood goes black.I rail a moment at my fate.There’s nothing like a … Continue reading

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Duality

“I stand behind my stance,” the leader said.“I’m firmly for my own decision now.”His language made me wonky in the head –I couldn’t help imagining just howa person stands behind himself, insteadof justifying what his quotes allow.We think in words … Continue reading

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Begging for Edit

I meant to post a Magic 9 last week.I set it up and put it on the chart,but rising on its day I had to tweaka pair of lines – I couldn’t make it partof what’s become an I-can’t-stop-it streak,for … Continue reading

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HOA

Four households share this real estate with me.My cottage sits behind the box in frontfor others and our shared facility.We constitute an HOA of five,consuming resources unequally,for some use more or less, and I’m alonewith dedicated gas utility.I’ve kept the … Continue reading

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Pedal Puller

I’ve used my pedal parts so many years –I’ve danced on them and made them bear my weight –it isn’t any wonder what appearsshoes-off is not a sight that’s looking great.But that’s from an imperfect point of viewrejected now – … Continue reading

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TV

There may be something wrong with me, I know.I turn the TV on and then ignorea quarter of the sound from any showand as for video, there’s even moreI don’t perceive as stimulus. I gofor Austen reenactments (with encore),and classic … Continue reading

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A Nervous Calm

Congenitally nervous, like my folks,I’ve never let hysteria hold sway.I counter me with exercise and jokes,uniting mind and body every wayI can and with intention every day.And though I still detect the signs and tics,of late they aren’t problems I … Continue reading

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Water Level

So after 12 years off and 2 years on,my mania to bathe begins to slow.It hasn’t disappeared – it isn’t gone.I love to be immersed, and if I knowmyself I always will. That I’d foregotoday surprises me. It’s not the … Continue reading

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Presents

A benefit from my diversityof worries (multi-faceted concerns):the many help me duck a tendencyto concentrate on one until I’m ill.As soon as focus hurts (or presently),I shift attention to an other scene.My younger kin provide variety,and sometimes dire smite to … Continue reading

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Making Do

In further evidence of climate change,the squirrels are resorting to green plumsas dietary mainstay. It seems strangeto watch them hunt the prunus; hungry bums,they must be famished – fruit once scorned becomestheir diet. See them finish every bit –who used … Continue reading

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