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I take refugein the simple things;whatever needs doingand allows me a momentof solace.I like to pick up the dog s**t,with the plastic scooper.I wander..
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sorry, the title follows the piece too well not to do....
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Title sums it up.
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The homeless guy and Iboth know the rhythm of the lightsand cross the street in unisonbefore the sign can change.He knows far better, though,the truth..
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I wanted to lose my fear of“the new”But that would be something“new”and that would not do.Innovation exciteswhen it is present..
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What is fatherhood?It is as ifI have been pushed into a darkened roomurged onby my wife’s voice as I stumble into walls, furnishings and fixture..
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In my arms,crying and angry,the spit formingon his up-turned lip.This helpless babywho has absolute reignover both my heartand my soul.Happiness and c..
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To those who readI say a mumbled, “thank you”and awkwardly look away.Perhaps we will share a beerin a disquiet momentas the sun moves outs..
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In our pine tree I have seenthe crows tending to their nest.They have kept busy,and to themselves.This morning they attacked the squirrels(who have he..
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I have a new bottle of beer, just opened,and it is working for me,when I look at my ankle(where my calf descends to meet it)and I am surprised.am a to..
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