Category Archives: Personality

Relenting

The shingled structure wears a charcoal stain,appearing almost black (or uber gray).But when the sunshine lights each window pane,the way it did at 3 p.m. today,it wears a face of silver. That displayexamples how appearance varies so.My fondest enemy has … Continue reading →

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Books & Movies

I loved to read as soon as I learned how,although I had no use for Dick-and-Janeor even Spot. From then to beyond nowI turn to written narrative as mainamusement when awake and sitting still.Selecting English as my major justto keep … Continue reading →

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Negative Energy

I must conclude she likes to feel annoyed,who always seeks a reason to complain.I’ve never seen her visage overjoyed.Her attitudes exhibit her disdain,impatience, criticism, and a voidof interest in another: like her braincomprises avenues of malcontent,that power her to everyday … Continue reading →

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Spectrality

I didn’t comprehend the full extentof her disdain for school, till recently.Although I helped her dodge a year, it meantno more to me than all her certaintyabout bad style choices – she was benttoward gothic, punk, and small depravity.Well-educated, thoughtful, … Continue reading →

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Curmudgeonly Precosity

He’s old at 46, with some excuse.But though traumatic damage justifiesa frame of mind, a way of hanging loose,we wish it didn’t also mean demiseof vigor and determination’s juice,emerging petulance, impulsive cries.It bodes that a curmudgeon’s taking form,whose passion pales, … Continue reading →

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Travel Pt 2

Exaggerating yesterday – indeed,there’s more for me to travel than return.The treks and touring always seem to feedimagination. Sure each time I yearnfor home, but my displacement plants a seedthat after-nurture sprouts. And so I learn.It discombobulates, but could be … Continue reading →

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Travel

It’s never been unmitigated funto travel to or with my family.That’s not because of them or anyoneoutside myself – the issue is with me.I’ve always loved my time alone. I shun,as far as I recall, all company.Except (and here’s the … Continue reading →

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Suddenly Idle

The family I visit twice a week,and overnight with Fridays, as a rule,announced a little trip. They’re off to seeksome fun – they’re taking time from work and school.That means I’ve no commute across the bay,no toddler tax upon my … Continue reading →

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Residence Presence

We had a lovely visit, but I longto be at home enjoying overcast.I didn’t eat enough – my hunger’s strong –and then I woke too early. I will fastanother 90 minutes, till I’m pastthe trolley, train, and bus I need … Continue reading →

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The Words I Said

The words I said were for my bio book.I never meant to agitate your head.It’s not about your family; don’t brookthe words I said. Our sons are so attractive that we bred,they more than daughters get a second look,but that’s … Continue reading →

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