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The Beat Goes On
In time, everyone shows their age. The moment is dark. Ha, Ha, must come next.
In Every Generation
It’s too late to die before I get old.
They Bring Joy
It takes a strong heart to vacuum carpet stained with cat vomit.
Spirits In The Material World
Rage against the machine? Why rage against the machine? What machine?
Watch Out
Talking to coworkers is dangerous. They might want to talk more and talk more often.
Genet Versus Roach
Sometimes a book is a competitor. It must be beaten. When the moment comes, it’s time for the kill.
And They Have Health Care
The neighbors are Canadian. Their team is winning.
Before The Sun
The sign at the coffee place said, You travel the world searching for what’s been at home all along. But what if there’s a cat at home. And what if that cat wakes you up every morning at 4:45?
They Might Be
Sometimes a book falls into your hands. It would be foolish not to read it. Are things falling everywhere?
It Warms
A new handmade sweater. Evidence of non-mechanical life. Somewhere there is a spirit.
Sleep Won’t Come With It
The clock strikes the moment of sadness. Until the morning, there will be no more coffee.
Three-Day Weekends Excluded
A slice of lemon in bubbly water. The sun suggests Spring. It is Sunday, soon to be Sunday evening. It’s a somber, soon-to-be Sunday evening. Almost all Sundays toward evening turn somber.
The First Cut
The colored pencils have been bought. They have been divided: cool, warm, earth tones. There is paper. Nothing gets done.
There Are Reasons
She was 20’s and dressed urban: khakis, canvas coat, leather bag. And she was losing hair on the crown of her head. She would scratch at it.
Sometimes, even on a hazy day, specs illuminate too much.
If Only They’d Plant Flowers
A fern lacks the visual pop to catch the eye and keep it from wandering to the barren balcony across the way.
Message Received
A cold is a complaint to management.