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The Names on the List

Half the names on the list had already been crossed off.  He looked at his watch and then at the list again. John had left him the names on the far side of town, which was a typical thing for … Continue reading

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Throwing Horseshoes

He wanted to tell him how much he loved him but his father was gone now. Not gone meaning dead, just gone driven down the road, dust rising in the air. His father was more distant these recent days and … Continue reading

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Lurch

He had an hour to get home. If he didn’t make it in time the dog would pee on the bathmat in the bathroom and there would be hell to pay. He’d hear his wife’s strident voice for the thousandth time … Continue reading

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What Would Henry Say?

If you couldn’t arrange a solar eclipse to darken your day, there was always Henry. He sat two cubicles over in our smallish office area. We had a smaller team than some of the others so there were only 8 … Continue reading

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I was Silent Too.

  I was raped 40 years ago, when I was 16.  I didn’t know it was rape at the time, because in 1977 rape was what happened to a woman by a stranger in a dark alley.  The term date … Continue reading

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Life Can Go On Undimmed

  “He liked to see a woman still flaunting her powers of attraction.  His taste, these days, ran not to the young, not even to the middle-aged, but to those about to enter their late fifties or even early sixties. … Continue reading

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Poets Live On Their Senses

“I suppose what most people associate with poetry is soul-searching and fiercely held emotions.  We expect the poet to be a monger of intensity, to pain for us, to reach into the campfire so that we can linger in the woods … Continue reading

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