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Thursday
Daddy to the Rescue
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I found my Dad’s stubbornness particularly irksome one Friday night after partying with friends until the wee hours. Because of the bitter...
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Rappers Rap Like It Is
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This is a good way to encourage young ladies to handle those creepy guys who try to pick them up! Girls can't resist Batman! Creat...
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My Daddy
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He comes home from work wearing his gray striped overalls covered with Vanadium dust. I think he is ...
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Wednesday
From Depression to War, a Young Man's Transportation
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The news says that Jimmy Dean, "Sausage King" has recently died. I'm sorry to hear it. I've always felt a connection to hi...
Tuesday
A Boy's Memory of Cars
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I once spent a day as my father (James Deane) reminisced about his boyhood memories of automobiles owned by his parents. So, we made a list....
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Monday
Face the Enemy
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Always seeking, my heart knows not what, wondering what's coming next a breath or two, heartbeats cry out to me, "get going, g...
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Sunday
Dangerous Friend
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Steroids save my life, stop the fantasies of giving up, prevent me from the anguish of pain return to me the skill of ambulation. ...
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Friday
Purpose
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We are born for wonder, for joy, for hope, for love, to marvel at the mystery of existence, to be ravished by the beauty of the w...
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Tuesday
Definition
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What is a poem? I still don’t know. In some ways, I don’t care. For me, it can be a phrasing of words touching something inside making...
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Saturday
Her Garden was Her Delight
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Do you remember how your grandmother gardened? What about her grandmother before her? Or was gardening in her generation considered “un-lady...
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Friday
Cemetary
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Today, I drove into parking lot at my doctor's office which overlooks the cemetary. I've always thought it odd his office should be ...
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Thursday
Across the Room
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Many times I've looked across the crowd you were there, eyes anticipating, smiling. I want to be held supported by you, caressed, k...
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Sunday
Bad Blood
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Covering the seed of my memories, she is buried at the bottom of my heart, where the blood has turned brown like dark rich humus; the bab...
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Saturday
Dreaming the Dead
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My best friend Patrick came to visit me the night mumps had taken him away. I didn't understand the dream until Billy announced it...
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Friday
Child Writing
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I've written all my life in some form or another, not realizing there was something I could "do" with my writing for quite s...
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