Category: Stories in poetic form
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Ultimate Rot
A picture couldn’t do justice to Arctic wind’s ferocity blowing across the great lake thirty or forty m.p.h. white caps rushing toward shore water, trees, sand and leaves … combined Shhsssshing relentlessly, my hoody inflated into a reverse parachute pushing my head and body backward. Dots of rain prick my face the occasional snow […]
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Hideous Nature, Life
Hideous nature, life … Ghastly in its death bed/its beseiging compass run its course. Bewildering with its struggles/ writhing in its pain/ desire seeking fire/rifting terrorism’s claim. Severed thinking/ thoughts of creepy crawlies/ struggling through fright’s night against all reasoning. There’ll be no full moon tonight to guide the single masted ship sailing saw […]
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He Gave Us the Freedom
She looked with cold indifference at his efforts to teach the connection between our lives and nature. Bridge parties, the daily routines of life and an afternoon nap, were the essential components of her life. He gave us freedom to explore the sandy beaches, dunes, trout streams and the Great Lake where he had fished and […]
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For tribalmysticstories: A Tribal Mystic Story; Poem For My Father
– Poem For My Father – One day he took me to a copse of trees where we sat under a canopy of newly formed leaves above us a clear blue sky where he gave perspectives to me different from anything I had learned. Thoughts from the other side of what we think we know. […]
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A Time For Sleeping
A Time For Sleeping Saturday was a cold, gray day. I lit the fireplace for a quick warm up. Before leaving the warmth of the cottage I wrote a little more, donned my hoody and coat turned off the gas grabbed my camera and entered the cold but beautifully pure, refreshing northern air. I walked […]
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London Broil: Butter or Parquay?
continued … when he doubled over she called him a doofey unemployed jake ass. He laughed to himself. ”What the hell is a ‘jake ass?” he wondered. continued … Most nights after cleaning the kitchen he joined her in the t.v. room even though he hated that goddamned western channel … He usually curled up with a book by his favorite author Louis L’Amor. That one night she told him she wanted popcorn. […]
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Maple Sap
Maple Sap Something Discovered I Thought I Had Forgotten We took turns gathering sap from the big maple trees along the street perpendicular to my house before sunrise/during late winter and early spring. What’s the world like at 4 a.m.? Not a sound in the world but for my felt lined boots, scrunching over […]
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Excerpt: Strange World
Excerpt After the nurse left his room he thought about what had occurred and in a drug and pain induced brain fog, pulled the tubes from his left arm and, using the food cart as a walker made a half assed attempt to escape the hospital for some unknown reason. From that point forward the […]
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Purple Words
Purple Words – One late Spring day, my students and I walked to the Dairy Queen with the thought in mind that we would capture unique experiences and write about them when we returned to the class room. After lunch, we formed a single file line crossed Monroe Road to the sidewalk, walked west for two blocks, […]
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There Was His Face
There was his face … A mixture of youthful mirth, his right eyebrow a calligraphy flare at the end of a sentence, his mouth twisted into a half smile, his head cocked to the side, mischievousness written all over the place; a question mark at the end of his eyes that said, you don’t know what I’m thinking do you? He looked […]
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The Third Epoch
Did you hear about them coming? yes i did. they said, ‘in droves’ but, what does that mean and where will they be coming from? they’re already here! they’re INSIDE MY HOUSE! they won’t leave me alone. they keep sucking my blood. good God, face facts. it’s what we’ve ALL been suffering from for […]
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Voyage
My tasks complete i rose before the early dawn, gave one last listen to the great lake and the wrangling sound of ten thousand migrating geese and mallard ducks closed my eyes and breathed the last purest air i’d breathe for months to come, turned away from the tree i’d lived within and walked away […]
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The Day the Month the Hour the Minute the Second the Time That I Was Born
That summer hot and sultry mid month mid year mid way past midnight bright lights shining blinding hands grasping fingers smashing through the air i did not really care it was not my problem i was their’s for the taking … i heard the pain that wasn’t mine explode into my space, the air, the […]
Tales From A Midcentury Boy / Growing Up in Michigan 
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