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 Know what it means to do something 'on spec'? Might be risky, 'on spec' short for 'on speculation' There's a chance you won't get paid, what... [read more] |
 Lantana in the Clearing Clusters blaze at the forest’s edge, imported fire dressed as carnival bloom. A gift once carried acro... [read more] |
 My husband, who had ordered so much death, could not avoid his last gasping breath. The stars that glisten in the sky tonight seem to bring... [read more] |
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outstaring a blank wall You stand before a wall. It waits, blank as withheld breath. What hovers for you? Drafts unpinn... [read more] |
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Ink Stains Ink stains, ink scars, ink wounds the page, marks the hand, and never fades. Ink stains, ink mars, tr... [read more] |
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These long-haired, naked male adolescents could not have cared less for a Marxist Revolution. Coupled romantically, they sought only each ot... [read more] |
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Yes, the old photograph is as quaint as all that: Lenin, his horse-faced wife Krupskya, and a cat. Only the cat did not know what was apocal... [read more] |
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Three out of four pet dogs were slain on the night of the Romanov's martyrdom; did they die at once, or slowly in wounded pain? Perhaps Leni... [read more] |
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His title was second assistant deputy under-Commissar (the Bolsheviks loved such titles in that day). And he was . . . I mean . . . he incli... [read more] |
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Lord Jesus, I ask You to forgiive my life's spiritual hesitation which has caused wild swerves of eccentric gyration. In these final days, I... [read more] |
 beautiful bright within golden sunlight by gentle rain kissed in open field free ho... [read more] |
 I keep sifting and surfing other lives and lifestyles Lies and live wires line the way Working through my memory Am I the... [read more] |
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We are grateful as we begin a new adventure… for feeling bittersweet…. It’s a feeling we won’t forget… because it means in all... [read more] |
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May we be blessed to live a life where we are kind and loving and sweet to everyone we meet. where we are accepting, compassio... [read more] |
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Yesterday was my last day working in the bookstore… a bittersweet moment for me…. as Deborah and I prepare to move from Florida... [read more] |