Category Archives: Writing

What Harm’s It Do?

What harm’s it do, imagining a plotthat justifies the actions of the fewI’m contemplating? Whether fact or not,what harm’s it do? I planned to write about the things I knew,but such did not enchant – so I forgotthat tactic and … Continue reading

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Hype in the Headline

Is this bad journalism, or contemptfor every reader? Someone okayed “hype”to end a headline, like they were exemptfrom objectivity. Of course I gripeto read “ideal”’ as if it were a typeof lukewarm adjective, and see there’s nodistinguishing veracity from tripe.I … Continue reading

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Lost Line

I woke up with a line of poetryresounding, and I failed to jot it down.I opted not to flip the switch at 3,and light the room and make my pupils shrink.Repeating it while sinking back, to seethe next two hours … Continue reading

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First Pass Near Complete

All correspondence now has been reviewed.Though some collections beg to be rereadbefore return to friends as recall food,the bulk is boxed with stuff we’re going to shred.The spiral notebooks where I drafted versethat went to toner and became a post,or … Continue reading

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Reading Myself

Intending to devote an hour a weekto sort through paper records and selecta few to keep, provided they’re uniqueand trigger recollection, and rejectthe bulk of piles, files, notebooks, seek-ing diminution after I inspect,I’m reading more the more I lessen shelf,both … Continue reading

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Verbosity

I’ve tidy-filed papers here for years,and recently I started to dispose.A box of paid-off mortgages and tiersof tax returns were items I first choseto toss, stiff data that I don’t supposeI’ll ever need again. Two boxes full,before confronting signs I’ve … Continue reading

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Collected Correspondence

Three years of correspondence I retainedof traded histories and promised sex,that crashed in realization. I disdainedcontinuation, but among the wrecksof revelation I preserved a pileof printouts that might generate a workof future fiction. Tucked into a file,I kept the tracks … Continue reading

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Willing to Winnow

The future will of course proceed to shrink,by natural operation and my aim.Of late I look to next year, and I thinkI’ll still be occupied. I’ll change my game;I’ll turn away from office work, unlinkmy Wednesday visits. Not the samewill … Continue reading

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Tepid

I cannot give the play a good report,although I hear much media approved.The stagecraft was impressive – just the sortI like to see, but I was barely movedby storyline that didn’t sense-distort,but offered nothing novel that behooved.The lunch and talk … Continue reading

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Side B

The flip side of anxiety appearsto be imagination. What so leapsto fret, before a threat or peril nears,can be engaged to spin an anecdote,a narrative produced in hemispheresthat generate unchecked uneasiness.A harness might be woven that adheres,and overwrites the nervousness … Continue reading

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