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Hello Bus Stop, It’s Michael
For Sale: Freedom For Information, please contact your local Congressman or Senator That’s what the headline said, at least. Or more precisely, that’s what Michael read. He had no way of knowing what was really printed, short of asking someone else to read it to him. And he didn’t much like asking people to read…
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Some Poetry
From time to time I get inspired to write some poetry and here are a couple of pieces that have been on my mind. The first one was inspired by a storm I got to watch during a nighttime drive. The second poem is based on a series of recurring dreams I have. LIGHTNING SKIES…
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Earth and Moon
Night. Twinkling stars filled the endless space and silence reigned over all. A green-blue ring of light illuminated the distant Earth. In the dark center of the world, pockets of light shown like so many stars set on the Earth’s face, forming constellations all their own. They sparkled, clear and white, with a steady constancy…
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The Weight of Pain
“I didn’t help someone who needed me yesterday.” The woman spoke with a catch in her voice though she did not cry. Like everyone else in the room, she looked young for her age and was fit. Many of the people there bore scars or wore eye patches, and a few were missing…
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Driftwood
Small waves lapped at the floating piece of driftwood and the rhythmic motion almost rocked the sleeping man off of it. As it was, he awoke just in time to catch himself and resettled his body back into place. The sun glared down on his face, skin raw and peeling from exposure and his lips…
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A Letter Home
I’m sure you will not believe this, but please read it through. Perhaps, by the end of it all, you will see why I’ve done what I’ve done. The first time it happened, I was seven, playing with a friend in his back yard. His house sat on the banks of the river and we…
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What’s In It?
Mrs. Govers sat uneasily at her kitchen table and stared at the thing before her. It steamed in a manner almost menacingly even as it’s tempting scents wafted over to her: sweet and cinnamony. It was already sliced, a piece had even been served onto one of her small plates. A silver fork lay beside…
Bridge of Broken Glass 