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Sunday, October 21, 2018

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Float A singularity I float alone, in the water that you're all reeling Staying afloat only by my talent to scope a feeling I can cope with 1,000 blows to break a single ceiling Glass chandeliers and Champaign sipped in bad taste We celebrate the death of a mad man on word that was...

Just Sayin

Presents of Time By Jim Clark The gift of being present... Showing up ... Being there… Listening instead of talking… Making eye contact…. Staying aware… Aware of the people around you… Even those who don’t seem to care The strangers, your neighbors, friends… and your family if you dare? You know really?... Sometimes all it takes is tim... And not much is...
I’m a smiley type of person.  I don’t know why.  Maybe it’s the joy I feel, deep inside. I hope you...

Just Sayin’

Escape Claws Photo by Rhonda C ShaeferFrom the beginning I struggled...

Vulnerability

By Lauren Catanese “Owning our story and loving ourselves through that process is the bravest thing that we will ever do.” –Brene...

My Kin

By Sean Dietrich A crowded restaurant. I’m eating breakfast with my mother and sister. The newest addition to our family is here, too. My niece. She’s a toddler with reddish hair and the face of a renaissance cherub. Right now, she’s in a highchair, eating crayons, pooping her britches. She’s...
The Life That Some Dogs Lead It all starts with the choice to breed, Not even thinking it's more mouths to feed. So cute and cuddly when they arrive, But how many of them will actually survive? All these things they should consider, Yet still they sell to the highest bidder. Not even knowing where they'll...

BILLY

By Sean Dietrich My father’s truck. I was riding shotgun. He was skinny, shirtless, sunburned. Billy Graham was on the radio, preaching like a man with his hair on fire. Daddy didn’t do radio preachers—unless it was Billy. Daddy turned the volume up. His face went still. I’ll never forget...

Letter To My Father

By Sean Dietrich Hey. It’s me again. I’m sure you’re busy, I just wanted to say hello. How are things? How’s the fishing up there? I thought about you today. I remembered how you used to point your truck in one direction, and drive dirt roads that led nowhere, your...

GOOD  

So the news is blaring on a television in my room. It’s been playing the same angry scene for five days....

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